The world has been doing little else but playing at make-believe all its lifetime.

A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.

It's all make believe, isn't it?

It's all make believe, isn't it?

The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges.

Man is a make-believe animal: he is never so truly himself as when he is acting a part