"The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storm may enter; the rain may enter; but the King of England cannot enter -- all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!"
Inside of your domicile there is an expectation of safety. And rightfully so. If anyone smashes my window or kicks in my door to gain entry, they'd better have a pretty fucking good excuse while they're staring at the MagLite in my left hand, and a 9mm pistol in my right.