I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay home and have a good cry.

Caesar might have married Cleopatra, but he had a wife at home. There's always something.

Here's kind of my motto - if you're not happy at home, you're not happy anywhere else.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

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