Chess is the gymnasium of the mind.
Do I think there is a heaven? Uh, yeah I do. Like a really big gymnasium. How do I see myself there? With really bad seats.
I visited the Gymnasium in The Hague and passed my final examination (in the sciences section) in 1943.
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
The other feature is a gymnasium named after another dead politician who was gifted with fast and extremely sure hands.
I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.