'You are really very wrong.

The world is a lively place enough, in which we must accommodate ourselves to circumstances, sail with the stream as glibly as we can, be content to take froth for substance, the surface for the depth, the counterfeit for the real coin.

I wonder no philosopher has ever established that our globe itself is hollow.

It should be, if Nature is consistent in her works.' 'YOU think it is, perhaps ?' 'I should say,' he returned, sipping his wine, 'there could be no doubt about it.

Well; we, in trifling with this jingling toy, have had the ill-luck to jostle and fall out.