Taylor Caldwell Quotes

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.

I'm going to take a shower," I said and prepared for the comment I knew was coming. "You know what they say, conserve water and shower with a friend.

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.

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.

Love is simple. You fall and that's it. You'll work the other stuff out. You just gotta let yourself fall and have faith that someone will be there to catch you." I didn't want to do any falling. Falling usually led to meeting a hard surface in an unpleasant way.

You can be happy with money and you can be wretched with it. It depends on what kind of person you are. -- A Prologue to Love

I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid meditations, where were as pointless as socks with sandals. I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE.

Loving you was the best mistake I ever made.

Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.

You're not just doing that to impress her, are you?" "Everything I do is to impress her. It's my mission in life," he said with a completely serious face, while he squeezed my knee under the table. Mom burst out laughing. "I like him," she said. "Me too. I think I'll keep him," I said, taking his hand and twisting my fingers with his. "Good," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.

You're serious?" "As a heart attack." I set my bag down and leaned on the counter. Okay, Hunter Zaccadelli, you could make me dinner. "Stuffed French toast, sweet potato hash and strawberries and cream." "Breakfast for dinner? You rebel, you.

Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living...

Subject: This is a work environment and this is harassment Mr. Zaccadelli, I am writing to inform you that your proposition has been rejected. Due to both the fact that we are coworkers, as well as roommates, I would find it inappropriate to “visit the stacks” with you. I will reject all further offers at this time. If, in the future, I decide to entertain such an offer, I will inform you via correspondence. Respectfully (not) yours, Miss Taylor Caldwell P.S. Stop fucking emailing me.

. . . a statement that is repugnant to one's beliefs can be as true as one that is pleasurable.

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

The more wants a man has, the less freedom.

Tawny shrugged. "I was overreacting. Typical big sister move. He explained why he did it, and it makes sense, in a slightly twisted way. He's not a bad guy. He's just a jerk. But a nice one." "That doesn't make any sense." "Men rarely do.

God is never absent from the affairs of men, though we are not conscious of Him very often.

If people are lucky enough to have family they should cultivate it. --A Prologue to Love

Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.

I nearly had a cakegasm at the table. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned. "Sweet Christ." I opened my eyes to find Hunter watching me with the strangest expression on his face. "What? It's really good; you should try some," I said, pushing the plate at him. It was a testament of how embarrassed I was about the cakegasm that I was even sharing at all. "I swear, if there weren't a table between us, I would be kissing you right now. And none too gently." I put my form down and swallowed so I wouldn't choke. "You didn't seem to mind about the recliner," I said. "True. But there wan't an audience, and that's a very ugly recliner. This is a very nice table. Also there is glass and sharp things I wouldn't want hurting you." "Good point. Please, have some." "If you're going to make that noise and that face again, I don't know if I can let you have any more." "I'll be good. I swear." "You're not good. That's the problem." "You're right. I'm not," I said, giving him my own smirk. "I do try, though." "Cruel. That's the word to describe you right now." "Just have some cake.

If a nation has not God that nation must fall, but if a nation has God then all the powers of evil, and all the armies, cannot shake its foundations; no, not even if the whole world is arrayed against it.

Republics never survive, for their people do not like freedom but prefer to be led and guided and flattered and seduced into slavery by a benevolent, or not so, benevolent despot. They want to worship Caesar. So, American republicanism will inevitably die and become a democracy, and then decline, as Aristotle said into a despotism.

No man is more abhorred than a man who is different from his neighbors. They feel violated and threatened if one dares to be as they are not.

You can stay on the porch. Like how you left me on the floor outside our room." "I didn't know what else to do. You found the check, and I panicked." "That isn't an excuse." "I know. And I'm not saying that this is going to make up for it. I'm going to try, really try, to make you trust me again. I want you to trust me. I just... I couldn't sleep last night without you. It was the strangest thing, being in the room alone without you. I couldn't hear you breathing, and your laughter was gone and you were gone, and it was like a part of my life was missing. A big part. I tripped going to the bathroom and banged my head. See?" He pointed to a lovely gash on his forehead. "And then I burned my hand on the toaster oven. And then my car wouldn't start. Again. I've never had such bad luck in my life.

I should walk away. That would be the right thing to do. It would be the smart thing. But I can't, because I'm Taylor Caldwell, the girl who cuts.

Are you Darah, Renee or Taylor? You look like a Taylor to me," he said, looking me up and down. I wasn't at my best, considering I was dressed for moving heavy objects in a blue UMaine t-shirt and black soccer shorts, and I had my light brown hair in a haphazard bun against the back of my neck. His eyes raked up and down twice, and for some reason the way he assessed me made me blush and want to kick him in the balls at the same time. "There must be a mistake," I said. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. "That's a creative name. What do you shorten it to? Missy?

The problem isn't that I'm uncomfortable with it, the problem is that I want it!" I yelled. It was official; I'd lost it. Oh well, I wasn't known for having a long fuse. "Are you happy? Jesus. You say something like that and then expect me to just be whatever about it. That's like teasing someone with a giant red velvet cake and then putting it in one of those glass rotating desert thingies." I wasn't my most eloquent at the moment. "Does this mean I'm the cake?" "Shut up, it was a metaphor." "So you want me?" So much it hurt. "Yes," I whispered. "Right now?" "Yes." "Oh." Now he was the one who sounded nervous. "It's just... a surprise." "I told you I would entertain the idea." "I know. I just didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic so soon." "Hunter, I'm a virgin. Not a nun." He didn't talk for a moment. "That was the sexiest thing you've ever said. God, why do you do this to me?

So what now?" he said. "What do you mean?" "What do we do now? We can't just be roommates." "You said you didn't like me." "I don't like you. I don't like how your hair smells, and how I can't stop thinking about waking up and seeing your face. I hate how my bed felt empty when you left. I don't like how good you were with my family, especially Harper, and how I wanted to see you with then again, but not just as a guest. As a member. You're right. I don't like you at all." "When did you change your mind?" "My mind never changed. I've wanted you since the moment you opened the door and had that stunned look on your face. It just took me a while to admit it. Why deny it now? It is what it is and it's not going to change." "Oh." "This doesn't mean I'm going to be nice. I'm still going to be an ass. I'll just be an ass who apologizes and brings you flowers to say he's been a dick." "Chocolate," I said. "What?" "I'd rather have chocolate when you apologize." "Chocolate it is." He smiled. "So does that mean what I think it means?" "No. It just means that you get to bring me chocolate when you've been an ass. I'm going to weigh three hundred pounds." I focused my attention back on the peppers. I couldn't think about Hunter's declaration of... whatever it was. Footsteps didn't make me look up. "Taylor, look at me. Please." Damn. If only he didn't say please. "I can't promise to not make you mad. I can't promise that I won't hurt you. All I can promise is that I want you in my life, and I'll do anything to keep you there.

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, that offers of government dole had become more important than their liberty and their humanity? Had they not know that power delegated to the government becomes the club of tyrants? They must have known. They had their own history to remember, and the history of five thousand years. Yet, they had willingly and knowingly, with all this knowledge, declared themselves unfit to manage their own affairs and had placed their lives, which belonged to God only, in the hands of sinister men who had long plotted to enslave them, by wars, by "directives," by "emergencies." In the name of the American people, the American people had been made captive.

Wicked men are born every generation, and it is the duty of a nation to render them impotent. When you discover a man who seeks power for himself, out of hatred or contempt for his fellows, destroy him,

We all choose how to look at life. --A Prologue to Love

We all feel inadequate very often. It’s only when it gets chronic that it is disturbing to one’s emotions and can get out of hand and make you pretty damn miserable.

I loved you and reverenced you, for teachers are the noblest of men and labor for little and only from the fullness of their unselfish souls. In your name, and in my memory of you, I will do the best I can, and remember you always.

Everyone living is doomed

Piety without joy, faith without cheer, duty without pleasure, prayer without delight—these do not please the Lord God.

There is nothing stronger and nobler than when man and wife are of one heart and mind in a house. A grief to their foes, and to their friends great joy. But their own hearts know it best.

Man and the State. Always must they be enemies, for men had been given freedom by God and the State hated God, and loathed men and everlastingly fought against the rights of men. The liberty of the individual defied the luxury and the privileges of those who deemed themselves greater and wiser than their fellows, and wished to enslave their brothers. The

An evil man was more bearable to the majority of men than a good man, who was a constant reproach and therefore to be despised.

Life is a comedy for the man who thinks, a tragedy for the man who feels.

He had come to shock the people out of their complacency. This was evident in his every word. There were no sacred sheep in his flock.

Were Cicero alive in the America of today he would be aghast and appalled. He would find it so familiar.

Te amo más que a las estrellas, Taylor Caldwell.

On the day when you again allow abominable men to confiscate your freedom, your money, your lives, your private property, your manhood and your sacred honor, in the name of "security' or "national emergency' you will die, and never again shall you be free. If plotters again destroy your Republic, they will do it by your greedy and ignorant assent, by your disregard of your neighbors' rights, by your apathy and your stupidity. We were brought to the brink of universal death and darkness because we had become that most contemptible of people -- an angerless one. Keep alive and vivid all your righteous anger against traitors, against those who would abrogate your Constitution, against those who would lead you to wars with false slogans and cunning appeals to your patriotism.

Mr. Forbes opened his eyes. “If you’ll let me, sir,” he said sharply. “Were you ever a member of the Communist Party? Are you a member now?” My father leaned back in his chair. “No, son, I’m a Republican,” he replied.

It is a stern fact of history that no nation that rushed to the abyss ever turned back. Not ever, in the long history of the world. We are now on the edge of the abyss. Can we, for the first time in history, turn back? It is up to you. ~Taylor Caldwell

One did not have to sell like Hemingway, Davenport, Hale, Rawlings, Weston, or Taylor Caldwell to get Perkins’s backing. In fact, his heart went out most readily to the person who desperately desired to be a writer but who could not produce a good book.

In the end they had lost everything, their freedom as men, their rights as men, their dignity as men, and had become nothing else but slaves of an omnipotent State, working endlessly, half-starved, half-clothed, half-sheltered in ruined buildings, endlessly spied upon, supervised, commanded by the Military and treated like dogs.

It is too late for lip service, the service of the Pharisee. God is deaf to such prayers. There must be an awakening in the hearts of man, true repentance, true penance. Not prayers that we be saved from the death of the body, but prayers that we be saved from the death of the spirit, which is hatred and lust and cruelty and materialism.

La búsqueda de D•os y la revelación final son las únicas cosas que dan sentido a la vida del hombre.

Un hombre sin disciplina es un hombre sin alma.

Enseñale a ser carne y cerebro.

Western man established the initial base for an argument, defined his terms, demolished his opponent with irrefutable logic or was demolished by his own ineptitude of reasoning.

With the help of God I shall be kinder than my brother, and shall strive for virtue. It is my duty to aspire above my human nature.’”*

«Non omnis moriar [No moriré del todo]».

You'll notice that it is the haters of humanity who are always trying to reform it. They want to feel superior to the general run of mankind.

This search for God and the final revelation are the only meaning in life for men.

He still gazed at me, but I was confused. “It is not new that men confuse material prosperity with blessedness, and fail to value spiritual prosperity.

The gods have said, and the Greeks also, that when a man wishes to evade his duties he can summon any illness to assist him,

The history of the fall of every nation is the history of the rise of the low-bred man and the fall of the gentleman.

surcease, and this Keptah noted. The force of the spirit, he reflected, can often keep death at bay, and faith can sometimes accomplish the impossible.

dustiness, yet in that dustiness I always feel the movement of pain. I am afraid to penetrate deeper.

Once he said to his mother, “Do not ask me what is wrong with me, for I do not know. When I reach into my mind I encounter nothing but

What is it that Aristotle said: ‘Republics decline into democracies, and democracies degenerate into despotisms.’ We have approached that day.

A government rarely represents the people! Love of country is often confused in simple minds with love of one’s government. They are rarely one; they are not synonymous. Yet,” he added, mournfully, “the evil men in government are compelled to show a public face of sympathy for the oppressed and must pretend, at all times, to be one with them, seeking to rectify the very wrong they have secretly committed.

You will remember that it was St. Augustine who said that if a man wished to improve the world about him he must make himself a better individual—which is the most gigantic task any man ever faced, and the majority fail in it.

The majority of men are born with constricted understanding and circumscribed intellect. So intensive education would not only be useless in their case but would only confuse and frustrate them, and incite them to anger and resentment.

What is it Aristotle said? ‘Republics decline into democracies, and democracies degenerate into despotisms.’ Yes. Populism is becoming popular in America—an old doctrine, though its adherents invariably think it is a new one, age after age.

To the wise, mindlessness and utter obedience are evil. To the stupid, any direction of self is evil, and any exercise of free will is error and obedience is not to be questioned. Are you wise, or are you stupid? That is a question you must answer in your hearts.

Bernadette never learned that a restrained voice meant dignity and control of strong feeling or good manners, especially in women. She thought such a voice was servile, fit only for servants, and that the possessor was timid, humble, inferior, and worthy only of abuse and peremptory correction.

When you are young you believe the world is all yours, glorious and exhilarating and fascinating and full of promise and trumpets and drums and marches and new worlds,” said Charles. “We don’t ask ourselves what we are living for then. We know. But we forget, later, or it all seems a foolish dream.

If a man seeks to help and glorify his country and make her strong before her enemies his own people will leap at his throat and call him malefactor, a thief, a mountebank, a liar! Better it is to smile and smile and smile upon the people and show a shining countenance than to raise them above the ruck.

He saw that the poorest on earth were clothed in magnificence and jewels, yet they wept the loudest. He was no fool. He said, “Satiety.” True, I answered him, but satiety can live only in the presence of total equality. He pondered on this while I led him to the seat of thousands of philosophers, and he sat down among them. But, as there is no challenge in hell, and no mystery, there can be no philosophy. That night he came to me on his knees and begged for death. I struck him with my foot, and said, “O man, this was the hell you made, and this was the desire of your heart, so eat, drink, and be merry.

Like many men of deep humor, he made the error of believing that every man was also endowed with it. So, when he sometimes ventured a wry or jocular remark to some acquaintance, to lift the sombreness of these days, the remark was repeated eagerly as an evidence of his hard-heartedness or frivolity or even foolishness.

Then, my sweet, you are still an innocent, and I am amazed. Lies are far more potent than the truth, and far ore dangerous. They have caused the death of more good men than any deadly truth has done. For human nature is inherently evil and it prefers lies, and delights in the suffering of the just which it has inflicted.

who do you honestly believe rules any nation? The apparent rulers, or the real ones behind the scenes who manipulate a nation’s finances for their own benefit? Mr. Lincoln is as helpless as you and I. He can only, unfortunate man, give his people slogans, and slogans, it would appear, are what the people want. I have yet to hear of a nation that ever rejected a war.

La enfermedad no está sólo en todo el hombre, sino también en su alma. Un espíritu enfermo crea a un cuerpo enfermo, o una enfermedad del cuerpo caus una enfermedad del alma. No sólo debe tratarse la carne y su enfermedad, sino también la mente. Es muy posible, aunque no esté demostrado, que todas las enfermedades, incluso las epidémicas, se originen en alguna secreta habitación del alma.

Once he wrote to a friend, “There are only two kinds of people in this world: Perpetual children, who are a terrible danger to civilization, and those who were born adult. When the ‘children’ take over this country and adults are in the minority, then it’s the end for this country. I have known adults who were chronologically only ten years old, and children who were seventy-seven. One of these

But what did they protest? Inequality, which is the variety of God. Instability, which is the light of the universes. Uneasiness of mind, which is the soul of philosophy. Apparent injustices, which are the goad of the spirit. Vulnerability to life and other men, which is a charge to become invulnerable through Faith in God. The presence of suffering or misfortune—but these are a call for the soul to put on armor and serenity.

Yes," said Pericles. "Today's patriotism may be tomorrow's treason, if it serves any judge or politician. And so it would go with any statute you might define today, no matter how explicit the terms. Let us suppose that a future Roman Head of Stae is a plotting and ambitious his country. So he might say to his pople, 'I love my country and in the name of that love I propose such and such an amendment to the Constitution, of which our fathers would have approved in the light of today's needs and changing circumstances. In truth, the Constitution of our fathers really means so-and-so.' I assure you, gentlemen, that he will already have a band of fellow traitors who will uphold him, and help to confuse the citizens. Then, if any patriot would oppose him the traitor will denounce him for treason! You can be certain, then,, that the unfortunate patriot would suffer the penalty for the alleged crime.

My lords, let us consider just law. Does it bring tranquillity, good order, piety, justice and liberty and prosperity to a people? Does it nourish patriotism and the way of a manly and upright life? Then it is a good law, and deserves our utter obedience. “But if it brings pain, intolerable burdens, injustice, sleepless anxiety and fear and slavery to a people, then it is an evil law passed and upheld by evil men, who hate humanity and wish to subjugate and control it.

But the day of the dictator is almost upon us again, not the dictator of old, but the dictator who wishes illimitable power, prolonged power, over Rome. Rome is not what once she was. We are fast approaching the day when Rome will not be swayed by the temperate middle-class but by the rich, who will preside over whining and bottomless bellies, and slaves. Each serves the other, satisfies the other’s appetite, in an evil symbiosis. For the rabble’s votes the powerful man will betray Rome.

Until we free our shepherds from our insistence that they be our servants, let us remember that there is someone who listens. He is available to all of us, all of the time, all of our lives. The Listener. We have only to talk to him. Now. Today. Tonight. He understands our language, our semantics, our terrors, our secrets, our sins, our crimes, our sorrow. He will not consider you sentimental if you speak fondly of the past, if you are old. He will not turn you away if you are a liar, a thief, a murderer, a hypocrite, a betrayer.

And how,” asked the fiery Joshua-bar-Abbas, “do we know at what point the character of a people weakens? It is not like a man who deteriorates through his thoughts and actions before your very eyes.” “When they give over to government,” said Nicodemus, “those duties which they should be pleased to perform themselves. When they are told they will be fed and sheltered even when they won’t work, when they are promised security from the cradle to the grave, when they are told the state will take over the supervision of their children and say what schooling they should receive and where. When they are told all these

Al hombre verdadero se le conoce porque domina sus apetitos. Se caracteriza por su devoción hacia su familia y los intereses familiares y no se irrita fácilmente, honra el dinero, porque representa al trabajo que confiere honores a su poseedor; rechaza todas las cosas que puedan perjudicar a su país, a sus dioses, a su familia. Tiene paciencia infinita y mucha calma, siempre concluye los asuntos de modo satisfactorio y es bueno consigo mismo y con los suyos. Es buen esposo. cuidadoso en todas sus cosas con aguante para os sufrimientos e indiferente al dolor. Nunca se desilusiona porque jamás se deja llevar por falsas fantasías y sueños imposibles. Cumple con su deber, sobre todo cumple con su deber, con prudencia y tras larga reflexión.

Asunto: Estás totalmente imaginándome desnudo ahora mismo Missy, Entonces, ¿qué tal si tú y yo nos adentramos entre las pilas para hacer algo de "estantería"? Fulminó con la mirada el mensaje antes de golpear la respuesta. Asunto: Este es un entorno de trabajo y esto es acoso. Sr. Zaccadelli, Me dirijo a usted para informarle que su propuesta ha sido rechazada. Debido al hecho de que somos compañeros de trabajo, así como compañeros de cuarto, me parece inapropiado visitar las estanterías con usted. Voy a rechazar todas las nuevas ofertas en este momento. Si, en el futuro, me decido a entretener dicha oferta, le informaremos a través de correspondencia. Respetuosamente (no) tuya, Señorita Taylor Caldwell PD: Deja de enviarme jodidos correo electrónico. Vi sus ojos echarle una ojeada al mensaje y una sonrisa en su rostro. Me Miró fijamente a los ojos mientras escribía, nunca mirando el teclado. Golpeó la tecla enter con una leve inclinación de cabeza. Ping. Asunto: No es una casualidad Missy, Acepto el reto, y te recuerdo que si quieres que te deje en paz, esta esta pequeña apuesta que tenemos. Gánala, y me voy. Impacientemente (y descaradamente) tuyo, Sr. Hunter Aaron Zaccadelli, escudero. PD: Demuéstralo Oh, él no estaba recibiendo la última palabra. Baje el volumen en mi computadora e hice un rápido barrido visual en la habitación para asegurarme de que no íbamos a quedar arrestados. Todo el mundo estaba absorto en lo que estaban haciendo. Asunto: Desafío aceptado Sr. Zaccadelli, Si sigues así, te voy a reportar a la línea directa de trabajo para el acoso. Ellos no tienen la amabilidad por los tatuajes, tocar la guitarra-amigos avanzando hacia las niñas dulces e inocentes. El Juego comienza. Atentamente, La chica que nunca tendrás PD: Escudero? Estás tan lleno de mierda. Escuché una risa ahogada del lado de Hunter en la mesa, pero mantuve mis ojos pegados a la pantalla del ordenador. Escaleras. Las precauciones de seguridad cuando trabaje con escaleras... Ping. Mire a la computadora con irritación. Supongo que no podía apagar el sonido. Asunto: Vuelve al trabajo Missy, Me estás distrayendo de los más importantes tópicos de seguridad en el trabajo. ¿Cómo te sentirías si yo subiera mal una escalera por no aprender el procedimiento adecuado y luego cayera a mi muerte? Siempre, El chico sobre el que sueñas. P.D: Yo también soy un príncipe perdido en una tierra lejana. ¿Qué quieres hacerme ahora?

Thing-worshipers. Not idea-worshipers. A man who worships things can’t ever be taught to worship abstractions.

The Egyptians said that a physician could cure only if his heart was moved and his emotions engaged in behalf of a patient,

It is easier to crouch on your knees and be fed by government than it is to stand on your feet and find your own sustenance.

When the Romans looked a little baffled, he said, "Let us suppose that certain crimes in the Constitution you are now planning carry the capital penalty. And let us then suppose that future generations of politicians shall say, 'That is not exactly what our fathers intended in that particular table of law.' or, 'They really intended such and such.' Who can then refute the politicians? Who among you would be alive to insist that indeed the old meaning was intended? In hsort, different ages would have different interpretations for their own purposes.

I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don't betray each other.

The soul never aged, even though the body withered. Its youth manifested itself in sudden quick lightings of weary old eyes, in sudden smiles of pure enthusiasm, in sudden childlike joys and anticipations. Let the narrow-spirited and shallow-hearted laugh contemptuously at elderly feminine preenings and at old men’s bright ties and gay socks, at white curls, and sports jackets hanging on bent and tired shoulders. All these gave evidence of an immortal spirit which the drabness of the years and the heaviness of daily living could never extinguish.

and cunning fools, without learning, without a sense of universal responsibility, and without exaltation. I foresee a time when America will have

los hombres se convierten muy a menudo en esclavos de lo inmediato.

¡Sin contar con Dios no pongas tu mano en nada!».

«Si alguien se siente desgraciado, que recuerde que se siente infeliz por él mismo; porque Dios ha creado a todos los hombres para que gocen de la felicidad y de su constancia

We are striving for a point of reference, and the only one which can ever be pertinent to man is the Divine point of reference. Only then will affirmations have any verity.

she had always considered him enigmatic and beyond her simple comprehension, now she felt as if he were not of flesh or blood and did not possess any of the sentiments of men or any of their concerns, and she was almost as deeply frightened then as ever she had been in her suffering life.

Remember my own school days; the brightest boys turned out to be bookkeepers or clerks later; the dull boys, or the boys the teachers thought were dull, are the ones now splashing around in golden fountains, or writing the great books or painting the fine pictures or managing big corporations.

Socialism, she said to herself, was only the revenge the inadequate could inflict upon the strong.