"Why, Brian, where are you going ?" "I don't exactly know," he returned; "but, of course, I must go somewhere, out into the world again." "And why must you 'go somewhere, out into the world again' ?" she demanded.
"To work," he answered, smiling.

"If I am to go on, as you say, I must go where I can find something to do." "If that isn't just like you--you child!" cried the old teacher.

"You are all alike,--you boys and girls.

You all must have something to do; always, it is 'something to do'." "Well," he returned, "and must we not have something to do ?" "You will do something, certainly," she answered; "but, before you can DO anything that is worth doing, you must BE something.

Life isn't DOING;--it is BEING." "I wonder if that was not the real reason for my wretched failures," said Brian, thoughtfully.
"It is the real reason for most of our failures," she returned.