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, a vigor of the emotions;
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity,
Of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease
This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy 20
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years
We grow old by deserting our ideals
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spings back to dust
Whether 60 or 16
There is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
The unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living