Voltaire

you are now the support, the defender, the hero of the Bulgarians; your fortune is made; you are in the high road to glory."

for we, on our little pile of mud, can only conceive of that to which we are accustomed.

But, as the Sirian had a good heart, he understood very quickly that a thinking being is not necessarily ridiculous just because he is only 6,000 feet tall

"I believe it," said Micromegas, "for on our planet we have almost 1,000 senses; and yet we still have a kind of vague feeling, a sort of worry, that warns us that there are even more perfect beings

On their way they did all they could to see whether the planet was inhabited or not. They crouched, laid down, felt around everywhere; but their eyes and their hands were not proportionate to the little beings that crawl here, they could not feel in the least any sensation that might lead them to suspect that we and our associates, the other inhabitants of this planet, have the honor of existing.

Brighten up — remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you.

— as you too love — yet I love you stronger —

Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time.

At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life — can that exist under our circumstances?

this is the best of all possible worlds, what are the others like? If I had only been whipped, I could have put up with it, as I did among the Bulgarians; but oh my dear Pangloss