You see, when a nation threatens another nation the people of the latter forget their factionalism, their local antagonisms, their political differences,… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
The nature of human beings never changes; it is immutable. The present generation of children and the present generation of young adults… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
The nature of human beings never changes; it is immutable. The present generation of children and the present generation of young adults… — 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 been so anxious to believe that the government could solve problems for them which had been pridefully solved, many times over, by their fathers? Had their characters become so weak and debased, so craven and emasculated,… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share
“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 raised up obscenities and blasphemies. Man was the pariah-dog, the moral leper in this translucent mirror of Heaven. He was the muddier of crystal waters, the despoiler of forests, the murderer of the innocent, the challenger… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share
There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy, no expectation for tomorrow, no contentment. I would rather cook a meal for a man and bring him his slippers and feel myself in the protection of his arms than have all the citations and awards… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share
