Taylor Caldwell
Taylor Caldwell
Janet Miriam Holland Taylor Caldwellwas an Anglo-American novelist and prolific author of popular fiction, also known by the pen names Marcus Holland and Max Reiner, and by her married name of J. Miriam Reback...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 September 1900
CountryUnited States of America
christmas holiday past
Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
family christmas night
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
betrayal animal betrayed
I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don't betray each other.
freedom work rome
The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance.
citizens virtue rulers
Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.
murder mankind adore
Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.
rebel obscurity human-nature
It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.
skeptic
I am the skeptic of skeptics.
world dentist
I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.
looks agonizing oblivion
I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it
india born used
One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India
soul convinced
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul
insanity stomach enormous
The American insanity for Loving Everybody is ruining my good temper and delivering my stomach to enormous bouts with acidity.
night dust light
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 the suspired flesh.