Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom.

Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.

Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.

If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?

She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.

had no need of a guide to learn ignorance

Wisdom must yield to superstition's rules, Who arms with bigot zeal the hand of fools.

Candide, who trembled like a philosopher, hid himself as well as he could during this heroic butchery.

If they're from the village, you take them to the inn. If they're from the city, you treat them with respect when they are beautiful and throw them on the highway when they are dead.

But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad, " replied Martin.

You are very harsh.''I have seen the world.

I am unique...I play by a different set of rules I am not intimidated by anything.

Find your authentic voice, become vulnerable, and then put yourself out there.

A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the

I hate that question, “Are you okay?” It’s like asking someone if they think you look fat. You’re almost guaranteed to get a lie.

God determines how fast you're going to run; I can help only with the mechanics.

Encouragement is oxygen to the soul. Good work can never be expected from a worker without encouragement. No one ever climbed spiritual heights without it. No one ever lived without it.

We have learned to live in a world of mistakes and defective products as if they were necessary to life. It is time to adopt a new philosophy in America.

Pretension may sit still, but cannot act. Pretension never feigned an act of real greatness. Pretension never wrote an Iliad, nordrove back Xerxes, nor christianized the world, nor abolished slavery.

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.