quote 0039

The bad ones are always unhappy: they serve to test a few fair ones scattered on earth; and there is no evil which does not result a good.

– Voltaire – Zadig or The Book of Fate

Os maus são sempre infelizes: eles servem para testar uns poucos justos espalhados na terra; e não há mal que não resulte um bem.

– Voltaire – Zadig ou o Destino

quote 0038

The opportunity to do evil appears hundred times a day and to do good, once a year, says Zoroaster.

– Voltaire – Zadig or The Book of Fate

A oportunidade de fazer o mal surge cem vezes por dia e a de fazer o bem, uma vez por ano, diz Zoroastro.

– Voltaire – Zadig ou o Destino

quote 0029

Love itself is a wind filled balloon, which leaves storms when it receives a pinprick.

– Voltaire – Zadig or The Book of Fate

https://www.flickr.com/photos/churchillwayne/14513988022/in/437812@N23/

Amor próprio é um balão cheio de vento, do qual saem tempestades quando recebe uma alfinetada.

– Voltaire – Zadig ou o Destino

quote 0020

There was a hideous custom with origin at Scythia, that was stablished in India by the influence of the Brahmins and threatened to invade the whole East. When a married man died, and his beloved wife wanted to be saint, she must be burned in public over the body of her husband. It was a solemn party which was called “Bonfire of Widowhood”. The tribe in which there were more women burned was considered the best of all.
(…)
Zadig (…) immediately wanted to meet the chief of the tribe (…) and advised them to create a law which “is allowed to a widow go to the fire only after having a talk for an hour, face to face, with a young man”. Thereafter, widows no more immolated its life in a bonfire at Arabia.
 
– Voltaire – Zadig, or The Book of Fate (1747)
Scythia, arabia, widow, fire

quote 0019

“Do not despair, my son; once was a grain of sand that lamented for being an ignored atom in the desert; in the end of a few years became a diamond and today is the most beautiful ornament in the crown of India’s King.”

Those words left me impressed, I was the grain of sand, and I decided to become a diamond. p. 74

– Voltaire – Zadig, or The Book of Fate (1747)

grain of sand