Whether sixty or sixteen

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.


An individual human existence should be like a river—small at first,

narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past

boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the

banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any

visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their

individual being.


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 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 turns the spirit back to

dust.