Said Candide to Cacambo: My friend, you see how perishable are the riches of this world; there is nothing solid but virtue, and the happiness of seeing Cunegonde once more.
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- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: french
- Born: November 21, 1694
- Died: May 30, 1778
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