Home, to a small boy, is merely a filling station.

Home: The place where we are treated best and grumble most.

Thank God for dirty dishes; they have a tale to tell. While other folk go hungry, we’re eating pretty well. With home and health and happiness, we shouldn’t want to fuss; For by this stack of evidence, God’s very good to us.

Home is where you can scratch where it itches.

There’s no place like home, after the other places close.

There’s a place where you can march to the beat of your own drummer – because it’s home.

Always leave home with a tender goodbye and loving words. They may be the last.

The number of accidents in the home is rising; people aren’t spending enough time there to know their way around.

Middle age is when you have a choice of two temptations and choose the one that will get you home earlier.