Chide me not, laborious band! For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Baseball is a game of race, creed, and color. The race is to first base. The creed is the rules of the game. The color? Well, the home team wears white uniforms, and the visiting team wears gray.
A baseball fan is a spectator sitting 500 feet from home plate who can see better than an umpire standing five feet away.
Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavor in continual motion; To which is fixed as an aim or butt Obedience; for so work the honeybees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts, Where some like magistrates correct at home, Others like merchants venture trade abroad, Others like soldiers armed in their stings Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor, Who, busied in his majesties, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."
When the swallows homeward fly, When the roses scattered lie, When from neither hill or dale, Chants the silvery nightingale: In these works my bleeding heart Would to thee its brief impart; When I thus thy image lose Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?
This body is not a home but an inn, and that only briefly.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
Lots of fellows think a home is only good to borrow money on.
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. . . . . And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Bragging is not an attractive trait, but let's be honest. A man who catches a big fish doesn't go home through an alley.
O friends, be men; so act that none may feel Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men. Think each one of this children and his wife, His home, his parents, living yet and dead. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate, And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.
The brave find a home in every land. [Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]
Come home to men's business and bosoms.
Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get it home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.
Capitalism and communism stand at opposite poles. Their essential difference is this: The communist, seeing the rich man and his ;fine home, says: "No man should have so much." The capitalist, seeing the same thing, says: "All men should have as much.".
To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce is meat to ceremony: Meeting were bare without it.
Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?
Charity and treating begin at home.
Let them learn first to show pity at home.
But if any widow have children or nephews, let them learn first to shew piety at home, and to requite their parents: for that is good and acceptable before God.
The voice of the world ["Charity begins at home"].
Charity well directed should begin at home. [Fr., Charite bien ordonne commence pay soy mem.]