Youth
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 spring of life.
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 sixty
more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows merely by the 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 spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders,
the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In
the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless 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 covered with snows of cynicism and the
ice of pessimism, then you've grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials
are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.