Mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
I always feel that I have two duties to perform with a parting guest: one, to see that he doesn’t forget anything that is his; the other, to see that he doesn’t take anything that is mine.
If it were not for guests all houses would be graves.
People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
The only advantage of not being too good a housekeeper is that your guests are so pleased to feel how very much better they are.
We labor to make a house a home, then every time we’re expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.
Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends.