Every word of ‘Candide’ just kinda hurts.

"He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.”

“’Do you believe,’ said Candide, ‘that men have always massacred each other as they do to-day, that they have always been liars, cheats, traitors, ingrates, brigands, idiots, thieves, scoundrels, gluttons, drunkards, misers, envious, ambitious, bloody-minded, calumniators, debauchees, fanatics, hypocrites, and fools?’


'Do you believe,' said Martin, 'that hawks have always eaten pigeons when they have found them?'

'Yes, without doubt,' said Candide.

‘Well, then,’ said Martin, ‘if hawks have always had the same character why should you imagine that men may have changed theirs?’