One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India
Taylor CaldwellDon't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
Taylor CaldwellIn sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.
Taylor Caldwell. . . a statement that is repugnant to one's beliefs can be as true as one that is pleasurable.
Taylor CaldwellMan 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 against God. He was the assassin of the saints and the prophets, for they spoke of what he WOULD NOT HEAR, in the darkness of his spirit!
Taylor Caldwell