It is a stern fact of history that no nation that rushed to the abyss ever turned back. Not ever, in the… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
Saints rarely have friends; they are usually hated and derided, for they love and love is always rejected by hard-hearted men…saints do… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
If a nation has not God that nation must fall, but if a nation has God then all the powers of evil,… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
I shudder at the very thought of being born again into this world. Life to me . . . has been a… — Taylor Caldwell Copy Share Image
We, perhaps, have corrupted our children and our grandchildren by heedless affluence, by a lack of manliness, by giving the younger generation… — 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
