If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!

A lot of the people who keep a gun at home for safety are the same ones who refuse to wear a seat belt.

A home without books is a body without soul.

If you want to conquer fear don't sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.

If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.

Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings.

The mother is the pillar of the home, of society, of the nation, and so of humanity itself.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

The woman is at the heart of the home. Let us pray that we women realize the reason for our existence: to love and be loved and through this love become instruments of peace in the world.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world.

My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

America cannot continue to lead the family of nations around the world if we suffer the collapse of the family here at home.

Having a home, husband and child ought to be enough for any woman's life. I mean, that's what we are meant for, isn't it? But still I think every day is a lost day. As if only half of me is alive. The other half is pressed down in a bag and suffocated.

God is at home, it's we who have gone out for a walk.

Perhaps it is a universal truth that the loss of liberty at home is to be charged to provisions against danger, real or pretended, from abroad.

A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman, than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

The means of defense against foreign danger historically have become the instruments of tyranny at home.