It was Einstein who made the real trouble. He announced in 1905 that there was no such thing as absolute rest. After that there never was.

A lone maple leaf resting on sand Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it, and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape? That's retirement.

The writing of solid, instructive stuff fortified by facts and figures is easy enough. There is no trouble in writing a scientific treatise on the folk-lore of Central China, or a statistical enquiry into the declining population of Prince Edward Island. But to write something out of one's own mind, worth reading for its own sake, is an arduous contrivance only to be achieved in fortunate moments, few and far in between. Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

If every day in the life of a school could be the last day but one, there would be little fault to find with it.

Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

Too much has been said of the heroes of history-the strong men, the troublesome men; too little of the amiable, the kindly, the tolerant.

A half truth, like half a brick, is always more forcible as an argument than a whole one. It carries better.