Youth

Youth is not a time of life – it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is the temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life.

Nobody grows old by living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your dispair.

-Poems that will live forever.-

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