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When the philosopher says that he does not know and does not care what his future may be, he speaks insincerely; he means that he cannot prove by experiment the fact of a future life or, as Mr. Ruskin puts it, "he declares that he never found God in a bottle" but deep down in his soul there is a knowledge that influences his lightest action.
Kenby says; he's been there often. Mr. Burnamy is to get our rooms." "I don't suppose I can get papa to go," said Miss Triscoe, so insincerely that Mrs. March was sure she had talked over the different routes; to Carlsbad with Burnamy probably on the way from Cuxhaven. She looked up from digging the point of her umbrella in the ground. "You didn't meet him here this morning?" Mrs.
In the first place, havin' to postpone the trip on account of that sick young brat that ain't no blood kin to anybody concerned sort o' knocked me off my props, and then, when the day did come round, very little was done that is, in the right direction." "You you'll have to have patience," Henley remarked, insincerely.
One of the stupidest of conversational sins is quibbling talking insincerely, just for the sake of using words, and shifting the point at issue to some incidental, subordinate argument on which the decision does not at all depend. It is the intellectually honest person who sparkles in discussion. Another reason why discussion is waning is the disrespect we feel for great subjects.
In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. They either ran to see or ran for shelter. Even two Cabinet Ministers took to their heels, grinning insincerely. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica's doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration.
He set it down as one of the despondent misinterpretations of life that the old invent in the depression of their physical malaise, and answered, reassuringly, insincerely, "Yes, yes, I'll wait...." But why should they wait? They were going to be radiantly and eternally happy. It might as well begin at once. "Is it not beautiful? Is it not just beautiful?" cried Ellen.
One thing and one only philosophy, and that means keeping the spirit within us unspoiled and undishonoured, not giving way to pleasure or pain, never acting unthinkingly or deceitfully or insincerely, and never being dependent on the moral support of others.
"The amazing thing about him is that he doesn't know that he can act and that his wife can't!..." "Why do you call her his wife?" John replied. "Out of civility," said Hinde. "I don't see that it matters much whether she is or not!" "That's what Lizzie says." "Lizzie is an intelligent woman. I hope you don't think I was rude to Lizzie just now?..." "Oh, no," John answered insincerely.
Mildred had not thought so, but in her mother's guilty tone and guiltier eyes she now read that her mother wished her to go. "It'd be awful for me to be left here alone with him," wailed her mother insincerely. "Of course we've got no money, and beggars can't be choosers. But it'd just about kill me to have you go." Mildred could not speak. "I don't know a thing about money," Mrs.
Madame Foucault wept quietly. "Shall I pay you seventy-five francs a week?" said Sophia, anxious to end the matter. "It is too much!" Madame Foucault protested, insincerely. "What? For all you have done for me?" "I speak not of that," Madame Foucault modestly replied.
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