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 imgination ,
a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidty,
of the appetite for adventure oover the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.