All events form a chain in the best of all possible worlds. 

For in the end, if you had not been given a good kick up the backside and chased out of a beautiful castle for loving Miss Cunégonde, 

and if you hadn’t been subjected to the Inquisition, 

and if you hadn’t wandered about America on foot, 

and if you hadn’t dealt the Baron a good blow with your sword, 

and if you hadn’t lost all your sheep from that fine country of Eldorado, 

you wouldn’t be here now eating candied citron and pistachio nuts.

“That’s well put,”He said, “but we must cultivate our garden.”