Youth is not a time 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 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.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child‐like 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.
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 twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
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Youth
Youth is not a time of life ― it is a state of mind ; it is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagina‐ tion, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years ; people grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self‐distrust, fear and despair ― these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amaze‐ ment at the stars and the starlike things and thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life. 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 despair. So long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from the earth, from man and from the Infinite, so long you are young. When the wires are all down and all the central place of your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then you are grown old indeed and may God have mercy on your soul. Given to MacArthur some years ago by John W. Lewis. It is based on a poem written by the late Samuel Ullman of Birmingham, Ala.
Oh! Stay, dear child, one moment stay, Before a word you speak, That can do harm in any way To the poor, or to the weak; And never say of any one What you’d not have said of you, Ere you ask yourself the question, “Is the accusation true?”
And if ’tis true, for I suppose You would not tell a lie; Before the failings you expose Of friend or enemy: Yet even then be careful, very; Pause and your words well weigh, And ask it it be necessary, What you’re about to say.
And should it necessary be, At least you deem it so, Yet speak not unadvisedly Of friend or even foe, Till in your secret soul you seek For some excuse to find; And ere the thoughtless word you speak, Ask yourself, “Is it kind?”
When you have ask’d these questions three— True,—Necessary,—Kind,— Ask’d them in all sincerity, I think that you will find, It is not hardship to obey The command of our Blessed Lord,— No ill of any man to say; No, not a single word.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace, Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is dispair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.