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

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.

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.

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

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.

It is possible to compromise in certain areas when choosing a partner for life, but never on a cravat.

I'm not a cruel man. I mean, technically I'm not a man at all.

I'm pretty romantic.

When a man is wrong and won't admit it, he always gets angry.

The purpose of the photograph is to reveal the love that is felt in a single image.

By circumstance and perhaps also by inclination, I think in complete intellectual isolation. To expect others to help me think seems to me almost like expecting them to help me digest my food.

Women of God can never be like women of the world.

Hi," he says. "I'm Daniel." "Hi," I reply. "I'm June.

Worry is a useless mulling over of things we cannot change.

I intentionally shoot violence to make the audience feel real pain. I have never and I will never shoot violence as if it's some kind of action video game.