It is not wholly a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips, or supple knees. It is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions. . .
People grow old only by deserting their ideals.
In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives a message of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage - so long are you young. When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snow of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, are you grown old. Sunset years need not be years of loneliness, remorse and despair. Sunrise and sunset are both lavished with God-chosen colors.