There are a number of things wrong with Washington. One of them is that everyone is too far from home.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

But, you know, you can't be a star at home.

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.

I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.

The means of defense against foreign danger historically have become the instruments of tyranny at home.

As much as I would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and has a nice time, that doesn't work for me. I'd just rather sit at home and read, or go out to dinner with someone, or talk to someone I love, or talk to somebody that makes me laugh.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.

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