Samuel Ullman(塞缪尔.厄尔曼)
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, r ed lips and supple knees; it is a matter o f the will, a quality of the imagination,an d a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshn ess of the deep springs of life. Youth me ans atemperamentalpredominance of c ourage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This oft en exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a nu mber of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give u p enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, f ear, self-distrust bows the heart and tur ns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-lik e appetite of what's next and the joy of t he game of living. In the center of your h eart and my heart there is a wireless sta tion: so long as it receives messages of b eauty, hope, cheer, courage and
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, r ed lips and supple knees; it is a matter o f the will, a quality of the imagination,an d a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshn ess of the deep springs of life. Youth me ans atemperamentalpredominance of c ourage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This oft en exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a nu mber of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give u p enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, f ear, self-distrust bows the heart and tur ns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-lik e appetite of what's next and the joy of t he game of living. In the center of your h eart and my heart there is a wireless sta tion: so long as it receives messages of b eauty, hope, cheer, courage and