Youth is not a time of life. It is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of the emotions. It is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means the advantage of courage over timidity; of adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by giving up our ideals.
Years may wrinkle our skin, but to desert enthusiasm wrinkles our soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear, and despair – these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty of sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the love of wonder...
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