I tell myself every day I love my Jacuzzi, I love my marble floors, I love my high ceilings.

We’re introducing separate rooms with double beds in all of our planes so people can actually go with their partner and have a proper night’s sleep.

In Italy they take cheap cloth and make it look expensive, but I take expensive cloth and make it look cheap. They just don’t understand.

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

Home, more than anything, means warmth and bed.

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!

You would think that a rock star being married to a supermodel would be one of the greatest things in the world. It is.

Morality is a private and costly luxury.

At home, we must reject the mistaken notion – a notion that has dominated too much of the public dialogue for too long – that ever bigger Government is the answer to every problem.

When I’m home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we’re not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.

At home I am a nice guy: but I don’t want the world to know. Humble people, I’ve found, don’t get very far.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

I love Dolce & Gabbana. I love Versace. I love the crazy, more eccentric stuff.

I have much more support than most women around this world, and I have the financial means to have a home and help with care and food.

Better do a good deed near at home than go far away to burn incense.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means.

I’ve lived in a big showplace house, and I never want to live again in a house that overshadows me.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

I buy expensive suits. They just look cheap on me.

My music is a luxury.

Once you get a spice in your home, you have it forever. Women never throw out spices. The Egyptians were buried with their spices. I know which one I’m taking with me when I go.

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

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

Nashville is my home, and the reason why I get to do what I love.

I don’t have people following me around, like bodyguards. I don’t know how people live like that. Maybe the young movie stars have to live like that, I don’t know. But it seems a little crazy to me. I don’t think you need all that stuff.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

Let us not be too particular; it is better to have old secondhand diamonds than none at all.

In 1997, in Rich Dad, Poor Dad, I stated, ‚Your home is not an asset.‘ Real estate agents sent me hate mail.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

By rendering the labor of one, the property of the other, they cherish pride, luxury, and vanity on one side; on the other, vice and servility, or hatred and revolt.

The highly functional infrastructure that surrounds us, particularly in the West, is a gift from our ancestors: the comparatively uncorrupt political and economic systems, the technology, the wealth, the lifespan, the freedom, the luxury, and the opportunity.

Here comes 40. I’m feeling my age and I’ve ordered the Ferrari. I’m going to get the whole mid-life crisis package.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Ridiculous yachts and private planes and big limousines won’t make people enjoy life more, and it sends out terrible messages to the people who work for them. It would be so much better if that money was spent in Africa – and it’s about getting a balance.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.

An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.

We lived in a tall, narrow Victorian house, which my parents had bought very cheaply during the war, when everyone thought London was going to be bombed flat. In fact, a V-2 rocket landed a few houses away from ours. I was away with my mother and sister at the time, but my father was in the house.

One of the things I love most about being at home is that I’m comfortable there. And since we are the home of Christ, we need to make sure He’s comfortable in us.

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

I cap myself when I shop; I don’t like to spend extravagant amounts on clothes. But, I do get lent clothes for events, it’s scary to wear something so expensive, but I feel really pampered.

In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.

Rich countries can afford to overpay for things.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

I tend to stay up late, not because I’m partying but because it’s the only time of the day when I’m alone and don’t have to be performing.

Acting helped me as I was growing up. It helped me learn about myself, helped me travel, helped me understand life, express myself, all those wonderful things. So I’m very, very grateful; it’s a fun job. It’s a luxury.

If McLaren give me a car, that’s fine, but I don’t tend to buy fancy stuff anyway or super-nice clothes.

Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.

There’s nothing more comfortable or leisurely than having a pair of Ugg slippers on in the house.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

I love traveling all over the world; but it’s true: there’s nothing like home.

My children love Maleficent’s voice, so they always make me do it at home.

I have a family, loving aunts, and a good home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything except my one true friend. All I think about when I’m with friends is having a good time. I can’t bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don’t seem to be able to get any closer, and that’s the problem.

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.

No matter what, I always make it home for Christmas. I love to go to my Tennessee Mountain Home and invite all of my nieces and nephews and their spouses and kids and do what we all like to do – eat, laugh, trade presents and just enjoy each other… and sometimes I even dress up like Santa Claus!

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.

Women fight for democracy and engage in the world. But they shouldn’t try and be copying men and be masculine; they should anchor on the home and build on those fundamentals.