Book: Candide, or optimism

It is not proved that the risk - a noble cause, but noble cause is almost always a risk.

Twice a year we give here only such linen trousers, and that all our clothes. If shareware a Negro gets a finger in the millstone, he cut off the whole hand; if he thinks to escape, he cut off the leg. Happened to me both. That's the price we pay for something that you have in Europe, was sugar. Meanwhile, when my mother sold me on the Guinea shore for ten Patagonian coins, she told me: "my Darling child, bless our fetishes, read them always, they will bring you happiness; you had the honor to become the slave of our white masters, and, however, gave the wealth of their parents." Alas! I don't know if I gave them wealth, but I happiness is not amassed. Dogs, monkeys, and parrots are a thousand times happier than we; the Dutch priests, who drew me into their faith, telling me every Sunday that we are all descendants of Adam, black and white. I'm not good at genealogy, but if the preachers are telling the truth, we really are all akin to each other. But just think if it's so horrible to treat their own relatives?

- How! You have no monks who teaches all quarrel with each other, control, conspire and burn dissidents?
- I dare to hope, we're not crazy, the old man said, - we all share the same views and do not understand what your monks.

The prisoners and those that captured them - the soldiers, sailors, black, brown, white, brown and finally, my captain, all were killed; I was lying half-dead under a pile of dead. Similar scenes occurred, as everyone knows, in the space of more than three hundred leagues, but no one forgot five times a day to pray, according to the establishment of Mohammed.

Dear, ' said Candide, when a man is in love, jealous and whipped by the Inquisition, he does not remember.

Work wards off from us three great evils: boredom, Vice and need.

Hundreds of times I wanted to kill myself, but I still love life. This ridiculous weakness is, perhaps one of the most fatal of our shortcomings: after all, nothing could be more foolish than the desire to bear the burden which you want to reset to the ground; to be horrified by its existence, to drag him; in a word, to caress the serpent devours us, until it hisglory our hearts.