Quiet Talks on Personal Problems #261229

Life is a school. There are hard sums to do; new words to learn, and new meanings of words; knotty problems to tug at and solve, solve partly and then a little more. Knowing some gives zest for more; and always there is more, and never an end. Dear Doctor Babcock sang, Some day the bell will sound, [some day my heart will bound, As, With a shout That school is out And lessons done, I homeward run. Yet the day he thought of, while it brought rare delight in knowing and resting, was simply his entering upon an after-course in the Teacher's own room.