Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the
lure1(诱惑) 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
wireless2 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
passionately3 past
boulders4(岩石,大卵石) and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks
recede5(后退,减弱), the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become
merged6 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.