Man was the outlaw, the rebel, the distorted shape that scarred the earth, the voice that silenced the music of Eden, the hand that raised up obscenities and blasphemies. Man was the pariah-dog, the moral leper in this translucent mirror… — 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
