Candide ​(angol) 1 csillagozás

Labour holds off three great evils: tedium, vice and poverty.

Chapter XXX

Do you think that men always slaughtered one another, as they do nowadays? Were they always liars, cheats, traitors, brigands, weaklings, deceivers, cowards, enviers, gluttons, drunkards, misers, sycophants, butchers, slanderers, debauchees, fanatics, hypocrites and fools?

63. oldal

A great work must be novel without being far-fetched; frequently sublime, but always natural. The author must know the human heart, and how to make it speak; he must be a poet, without letting any of his characters speak like poets; and he must be a master of his laguage, using it purely and harmoniously and not letting the rhyme interfere with the sense.

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I consider that everything in this world is awry; that no one knows his rank, his office, nor what he does nor what he should do; and that, except at supper, which is a fairly cheerful function and tends to produce concord, our time is spent on idle quarrels (…)

70-71. oldal

Everything is good, as good as could possibly be.

76. oldal

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 that suits my taste.

84. oldal

As for Martin, he was convinced that one is equally badly off wherever one is, so he bore everything with patience.

100. oldal

'Optimism,' said Cacambo, 'what is that?'
'Is is the madness of asserting that everything is good, when it is evil.'

55. oldal

'I, too, have been ill in Paris,' said Martin, 'but I was very poor, and had no friends, nurses or physicians. I recovered.'

64-65. oldal

(…) it is man's fate to live either in agonies of fear and turmoil or in the prostration of boredom.

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