Home is home. So to say home is where heart is for freedom of living the home provides which is not possible even in a royal palace. So, many sing the song of home: 'home is like country, home is like sovereignty of family, home is home, no place is like home'. For me, when I return home, I feel myself easy one at home, however that home.
The old coat that I wear is Concord; it is my morning robe and study gown, my working dress and suit of ceremony, and my nightgown after all. Cleave to the simplest ever. Home,home,home. Cars sound like cares to me.
Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world.