“People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years may
wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest 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 despair. In the central
place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives
messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your
heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and
then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just
fade away.”
Douglas McArthur~
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