Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it isnot a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of thewill, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is thefreshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage overtimidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This oftenexists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely bya number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasmwrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust...