Hôtel de ville—A town-hall. Fr.
Hôtel Dieu—The house of God; the name of an hospital. Fr.
Household words. Hen. V., iv. 3. 45
Housekeeping without a wife is a lantern without a light. Pr.
Houses are built to live in, and not to look on. Bacon.
How are riches the means of happiness? In acquiring they create trouble, in their loss they occasion sorrow, and they are the cause of endless divisions amongst kindred! Hitopadesa.
How beautiful is death, seeing that we die in a world of life and of creation without end! Jean Paul.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams, / 50 With its allusions, aspirations, dreams! / Book of beginnings, story without end, / Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend. Longfellow.
How beautiful to die of a broken heart on paper! Quite another thing in practice! Every window of your feeling, even of your intellect, as it were begrimed, so that no pure ray can enter; a whole drug-shop in your inwards; the foredone soul drowning slowly in a quagmire of disgust. Carlyle.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! As You Like It, v. 2.