Philosophy is properly home-sickness the wish to be everywhere at home.

I love coming home to Melbourne. The first thing I do is have a coffee. It's just so much better here than anywhere else. It's better than in Italy and I travel a lot. I crave it.

Sometimes in the past when I played something might make me lose focus or I would go home after a game where I thought I could have played better and I would let it hang over my head for a long time when it shouldn't.

I feel most at home in the water. I disappear. That's where I belong.

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

Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home kill your parents that's where it's really at.

Let architects sing of aesthetics that bring Rich clients in hordes to their knees Just give me a home in a great circle dome Where stresses and strains are at ease.

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

Here's kind of my motto - if you're not happy at home you're not happy anywhere else.

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

I take my children everywhere but they always find their way back home.

One never reaches home but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

I've always looked for the perfect life to step into. I've taken all the paths to get where I wanted.But no matter where I go I still come home me.

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

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.

Home is where one starts from.

My parents were the same in the pulpit as they were at home. I think that's where a lot of preachers' kids get off base sometimes. Because they don't see the same things at both places.

My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home that for them was the capital of the world.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night.

I long as does every human being to be at home wherever I find myself.

Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.

The ache for home lives in all of us the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

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.

I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.