I know this love, that sovereign of hearts, that soul of our souls; yet it never cost me more than a kiss and twenty kicks on the backside. How could this beautiful cause produce in you an effect so abominable.
For the poetry of a text is largely produced by the fact that the wild chaos of the universe is therein, at one and the same time, expressed and controlled by a rhythm. In Candide both characteristics exist.
We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life.
But then, to what end, said Candide, was the world formed? To make us mad, said Martin.
Pangloss taught metaphysico-theologo-cosmonigology.
I've decided to be happy because it's good for my health.