I made a choice to stay home and raise five boys. Believe me it was hard work.

Believe me you can get into a lot of trouble being sixteen years old in a foreign country with no adult telling you when to come home.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right there aren't any strings at all.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys leaving an ugly wound.

I believe my woman shouldn't work outside the home.

A happy home is one in which each spouse grants the possibility that the other may be right though neither believes it.

I don't believe in organized religion - I dealt with them hand in hand and a whole bunch of Catholic priests tried to molest me. Telling me I was gay and I should go home with them and stuff.

Basically I believe the world is a jungle and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.

I believe the home and marriage is the foundation of our society and must be protected.

It's passionately interesting for me that the things that I learned in a small town in a very modest home are just the things that I believe have won the election.