You never know what events are going to transpire to get you home.

What power can poverty have over a home where loving hearts are beating with a consciousness of untold riches of the head and heart?

When your time comes to die be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.

Friendship between equals flourishes service under a king is respectable it is good to be business-minded in public dealings and a handsome lady is safe in her own home.

Mr. Gladstone read Homer for fun which I thought served him right.

The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

I never worry about being driven to drink, I just worry about being driven home.

Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.

Never be the only one except possibly in your own home.

There are a number of things wrong with Washington. One of them is that everyone is too far from home.

Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him . . . when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed but said 'If the hill will not come to Mahomet Mahomet will go to the hill.'

Kindness goes a long ways lots of times when it ought to stay at home.

I have an answering machine in my car. It says I'm home now. But leave a message and I'll call when I'm out.

I like making things. I have a wood shop at home. I am a terrible carpenter but I love doing it.

The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbours kindle it at home communicate it to others and it becomes the property of all.

So I'm more at home with my backpack sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

For those who have come here illegally they might have a transition time to allow them to set their affairs in order. And then go back home and get in line with everybody else. And if they get in line and they apply to become a citizen and get a green card they will be treated like everybody else.

On Sundays when I speak I hopefully give somebody something that they can use the next day at work or at home.

We can't drive our SUVs and eat as much as we want and keep our homes on 72 degrees at all times... and then just expect that other countries are going to say OK. That's not leadership. That's not going to happen.

The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.

The home is heaven itself.It is the duty of women to maintain it as such.

For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

If my world were to cave in tomorrow I would look back on all the pleasures excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness not my miscarriages or my father leaving home but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

The physician can bury his mistakes but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines - so they should go as far as possible from home to build their first buildings.

When I am abroad I always make it a rule to never criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave but not our hearts.

How can people be made happy in a petty kingdom? What peace can we expect from a rascal friend? What happiness can we have at home in the company of a bad wife? How can renown be gained by instructing an unworthy disciple?

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness which never again ceases.

It's silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.

There's a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say oh God I've got to see my friends 'cause I'm too content being by myself.

And I come here as a daughter raised on the South Side of Chicago - by a father who was a blue-collar city worker and a mother who stayed at home with my brother and me.

The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that's true of everyone don't you?

I got a lovely check today from being a writer that I earned by sitting at home. That's rewarding.

I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with, something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace, some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.

So long as I'm Commander-in-Chief, we will sustain the strongest military the world has ever known. When you take off the uniform we will serve you as well as you've served us - because no one who fights for this country should have to fight for a job or a roof over their head or the care that they need when they come home.

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young you get a gold watch you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs alcohol you party you get ready for high school. You go to grade school you become a kid you play you have no responsibilities you become a little baby you go back into the womb you spend your last nine months floating... ...and you finish off as an orgasm.

Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home I'm tired.

The perfect date for me would be staying at home making a big picnic in bed eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.

It was a very frustrating loss. We need to regroup and get back home and get back on the right track.

By Forbearance you cultivate Love. You have come today to your own home. This is your home, not Mine. My home is your heart. So do not try to have your lunch elsewhere but in your home where you get this day food consecrated by Me the Prasad.

Spend a few minutes every morning and evening in the Silence of your own shrine or home, spend them with the highest of all the Powers that you know of. Be in His elevating and Inspiring company, worship Him mentally, offer unto Him all the work you do, you will come out of the silence nobler and more heroic than when you went in.