Well I just said that Jesus and I were both Jewish and that neither of us ever had a job we never had a home we never married and we traveled around the countryside irritating people.

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.

All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea travellers to walls and fences hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds the lover to the love he has forsaken.

A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

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

If an ass goes travelling he will not come home a horse.

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

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.

Happy happy Christmas that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!