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by Samuel Ullman(塞缪尔·乌尔曼)

Youth is not a time of life but a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy checks, red lips, and supple knees, but a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; youth is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth full of noble aspiration and daring, the courage over timidity, 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 grow old by deserting our ideals.

Time may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bow the heart and turns the spirit to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human beings heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of whats 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 heaven, 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, even at 20, but as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.