Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks,
red lips and suppleknees; ot os a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination,
a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep shrings of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite,
for adventure over the love og ease. This often exists in a man of sixty mire than a boy og tewnty.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by desertingj our ideals. Years
the heart and turns the sporot back to dust.
Whetrher sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder,
the wnfailing child-like 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 are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of
pessimism, then you are grown old, evwn at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the
waces of optimism, there is hope you may die young at enghty.