Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
— Taylor Caldwell
Are we not all desperate one way or another?
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.
I've always enjoyed poor health.
At 8, I made a pact with God.
My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.
I often reread books I have written.
I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.
Tel Aviv appeals to me.
My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.
I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don't betray each other.
The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.
I have been the victim of heartless malice.
I converse with my dog through ESP.
Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls.
In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.
I will know him by his eyes.
Money? I lost all taste for it.
I have anonymously helped many thousands.
It is a waste of money to help those who show no desire to help themselves.
I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.
I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.
The world is a penal institution.
People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.
My dreams are all follies.
Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.
I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.
I am a Westerner of Westerners!
I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.
The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.
I'm not that interested in people.
I am the skeptic of skeptics.
If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me.
My literary success meant nothing to me.
Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.
I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation.
Giving a phenomenon a label does not explain it.
I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.
My childhood was appalling.
Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.
I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.
One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.
I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.
Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.
If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?
The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.
