He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of hopes and dreams.
There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.
Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams.
Home is a shelter from storms — all sorts of storms.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.