At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is they are usually married to each other.

Where there is a mother in the home matters go well.

Nature is the mother and the habitat of man even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.

Since the departure of good old-fashioned entertainers the re-emergence of somebody who wants to be an entertainer has unfortunately become a synonym for camp. I don't think I'm camper than any other person who felt at home on stage and felt more at home on stage than he did offstage.

My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home but my mother sent me right back.

I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.

For me already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom you'd would wake up times and hope that the next day you'd be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

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.

All philosophies if you ride them home are nonsense but some are greater nonsense than others.

Children that are raised in a home with a married mother and father consistently do better in every measure of well-being than their peers who come from divorced or step-parent single-parent cohabiting homes.

Now I know there are many Americans who say 'Get out of Afghanistan. Bring 'em all home.' And there are others who say 'Put in hundreds of thousands of more.'

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.

A man marries to have a home but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing.

My wife met me at the door the other night in a sexy negligee. Unfortunately she was just coming home.

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.

A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.

I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is and she lives in Spain.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother for the homeland is our earthly mother. I consider it my duty to be with my compatriots in this sublime and difficult moment.

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory friends you can trust love of learning and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.

To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.

To those who have chosen the profession of medicine a knowledge of chemistry and of some branches of natural history and indeed of several other departments of science affords useful assistance.

My mother whom I love dearly has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce step-children dysfunction and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.