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.

Your hometown is where they can’t figure out how you did as well as you did.

Home is where you can say anything you like ’cause nobody listens to you anyway.’

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam.

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