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 imagination,a vigor of emotions,it is the freshness of 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 wrinkle the skin,but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Worry,fear,self-distrust bows the heart and turn the spirit back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16,there is in every human beings heart the lure of wonder,the unfailing childlike appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living.

In your heart an my heart,there is a wireless station,so long as it receives massages of beauty,hope,cheer,courage from men and form The Infinite,so long are you young.

When the aerials are down,and your spirits is covered with snows of cynicism and ice of pessimism,then you are grown old,even at 20.

But as long as your aerials are up,to catch waves of optimism,there is hope you may die young at 80.