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 bows the heart and turns thespirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being'sheart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, andthe joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is awireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer,courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is coveredwith snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, evenat twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism,there is hope you may die young at eighty.