But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death. — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
“It's a funny thing about love: you don't need to have it returned to love somebody. Loving's enough. -- A Prologue to Love ” — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance. — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
“What manner of men had lived in those days...who had so eagerly surrendered their sovereignty for a lie and a delusion? Why had they… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
“Then, my sweet, you are still an innocent, and I am amazed. Lies are far more potent than the truth, and far ore dangerous.… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
“Forests, hills, mountains, rivers, and green streams had no protection in the face of rapacity.” — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die. — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
Man was the outlaw, the rebel, the distorted shape that scarred the earth, the voice that silenced the music of Eden, the hand that… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy,… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
