“Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.”

“But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world, yet is every man his greatest enemy, and as it were, his own executioner.”

“Education, like neurosis, begins at home.”

“I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.”

“Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.”

“So does mental illness.”

“The earth, our home, is beginning to look more and more like an immense pile of filth.”

“There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.”

“You know the way people begin to look like their dogs? Well, we're beginning to look like each other.”

“Only great souls know the grandeur there is in charity.”

“It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.”

“And how do I know that the hate of death is not like a man who has lost his home when young and does not know where his home is to return to?”