Candide (AmazonClassics Edition)

All is well, all will be well, all goes as well as possible.”

“For,” said he, “all that is is for the best. If there is a volcano at Lisbon it cannot be elsewhere. It is impossible that things should be other than they are; for everything is right.”

“You are very hard of belief,” said Candide. “I have lived,” said Martin.

I am the best-natured creature in the world, and yet I have already killed three men, and of these three two were priests.”

“Oh! what a superior man,” said Candide below his breath. “What a great genius is this Pococurante! Nothing can please him.”

I have a great many pictures, but I prize them very little.”

The tender, loving Candide, seeing his beautiful Cunegonde embrowned, with blood-shot eyes, withered neck, wrinkled cheeks, and rough, red arms, recoiled three paces, seized with horror, and then advanced out of good manners.

“What is this optimism?” said Cacambo. “Alas!” said Candide, “it is the madness of maintaining that everything is right when it is wrong.”

Consequently they who assert that all is well have said a foolish thing, they should have said all is for the best.”