There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels

There is a ghost That eats hankerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

Home is not where you live, but where they understand you

Let's not be too sentimental or else we'll have to get out our handkerchiefs,

Dieting is murder on the road. Show me a man who travels and I'll show you one who eats.