There is one timeless way of building. It is a thousand years old and the same today as it has ever been. The great traditional buildings of the past the villages and tents and temples in which man feels at home have always been made by people who were very close to the center of this way.

I'm still a kid. I'm like six years old. But it's just a matter of wanting to get up it's just a big journey. I felt like when I left home that I was on a journey and I still am.

I've been thinking a lot about next year which will be the first time in 25 years that I don't have a child at home.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Ancient recipients of instant news probably couldn't do very much about it for instance. Xerxes would still need three months to get his army together and he might not get home for years.

I was coming home from kindergarten - well they told me it was kindergarten. I found out later I had been working in a factory for ten years. It's good for a kid to know how to make gloves.

For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

It's silly talking about how many years we will have to spend in the jungles of Vietnam when we could pave the whole country and put parking stripes on it and still be home by Christmas.

I have behind me not only the splendid traditions and the annals of more than a thousand years but the living strength and majesty of the Commonwealth and Empire of societies old and new of lands and races different in history and origins but all by God's Will united in spirit and in aim.

The more the history of the World War and what led up to it is studied the more clearly those tragic years become revealed as a vast collapse of civilization.