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.
Once the people begin to reason, all is lost
History is a pack of lies we play on the dead.
Excellently observed", answered Candide; "but let us cultivate our garden.
Whosoever does not know how to recognize the faults of great men is incapable of estimating their perfections.
Sensual pleasure passes and vanishes, but the friendship between us, the mutual confidence, the delight of the heart, the enchantment of the soul, these things do not perish and can never be destroyed.