I love to clean.

There are practical little things in housekeeping which no man really understands.

Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify.

A little simplification would be the first step toward rational living, I think.

Instead of buying six things, buy one thing that you really like. Don’t keep buying just for the sake of it.

When I retire I’m going to spend my evenings by the fireplace going through those boxes. There are things in there that ought to be burned.

I have rooms full of little dongly things and don’t want any more. Half the little dongly things I’ve got, I don’t even know what gizmo they’re for. More importantly, half the gizmos I’ve got, I don’t know where their little dongly thing is.

Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.

Some people have a hard time getting rid of stuff. If that’s you, pray for God to give you the courage to get rid of things you don’t really need or things He wants you to give away. This will help keep your surroundings organized and clutter-free.

There’s something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she’s only measured water in it.

I lived a sloppy life. So I took very small increments in my life. I started making my bed. I started cleaning my room. There were dishes in the sink. It started off with doing small house chores. I saw that the yard needed to be mowed. So instead of being told it needed to be mowed, I would mow it.

Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends… Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

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.

Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

The mother of a family should look upon her housekeeping and the planning of meals as a scientific occupation.

I’m just wanting to make the proper breakfast and keep the house. That’s my passion. At the request of my kids, I’m taking cooking classes. As I go to sleep at night, I think, ‚Did I do a great job as a mom, or was that an average day?‘

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

I’ve always been a little homemaker.

The simplification of anything is always sensational.

A place for everything, everything in its place.

Simplify, simplify.

I have too many clothes, I have too many options.

Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?

I resolved to stop accumulating and begin the infinitely more serious and difficult task of wise distribution.

Take the complications, rules, shoulds, musts, have tos, and so on out of your life. By uncomplicating your life and removing the trivial pursuits that occupy so much of it, you open a channel for the genius within you to emerge.

The Tao teaches us to let go of things. Use the 80/20 rule. If you take all your clothes, you’ll find out that you only wear 20 percent of them. Take what you have and don’t use and circulate it. Give stuff to people who truly need it. After all, we come into this world with nothing; we leave this world with nothing.

Simple goes a long way.

My momma didn’t clean up floors so I could be a thug… so I could wear my pants down.

I have moved to a smaller house in Paris, and I don’t fancy having so much staff now.

When you say ‚control freak‘ and ‚OCD‘ and ‚organized,‘ that suggests someone who’s cold in nature, and I’m just not. Like, I’m really open when it comes to letting people in. But I just like my house to be neat, and I don’t like to make big messes that would hurt people.