School-days, I believe, are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, brutal violations of common sense amd common decency. It doesn t take a reasonably bright boy long to discover that most of what is rammed into him is nonsense, and that no one really cares very much whether he learns it or not. Any man who inflicts the human race with ideas must be prepared to see them misunderstood. We suffer most when the White House busts with ideas.
Some boys go to college and eventually succeed in getting out.
Others go to college and never succeed in getting out. The latter are called professors. Criticism is prejudice made plausible.