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
It is the freshness of the deep springs 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 60 more than a boy of 20
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years
We grow old by deserting our ideals
Years may winkle the skin
But to give up enthusiasm winkles the soul
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart
And turns the spirit back to dust
Whether 60 or 16
There is in every human being's heart the lure of wonders
The unfailing appetite for 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 message of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the infinite
So long as your are young
When your aerials are down
And your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism
And the ice of pessimism
Then you've grown old even at 20
But as long as your aerials are up
To catch waves of optimism
There's hope you may die young at 80