Youth is not a time a 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 exits in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grows old by deserting our ideals.
years may wrinkle the skin, but to