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Nobody Grows Old By Merely Living A Number Of Years. People Grow Old Only By Deserting Their Ideals. Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest 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. Whatever Your Years, There Is In Every Being's Heart The Love Of Wonder, The Undaunted Challenge Of Events, The Unfailing Childlike Appetite For What Next, And The Joy And The Game Of Life.

However Horrible The Incidents Of War May Be, The Soldier Who Is Called Upon To Offer And To Give His Life For His Country Is The Noblest Development Of Mankind.

A General Is Just As Good Or Just As Bad As The Troops Under His Command Make Him.

I Promise To Keep On Living As Though I Expected To Live Forever. Nobody Grows Old By Merely Living A Number Of Years. People Grow Old Only Be Deserting Their Ideals. Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul.

I Stand On This Rostrum With A Sense Of Deep Humility And Great Pride - Humility In The Weight Of Those Great American Architects Of Our History Who Have Stood Here Before Me; Pride In The Reflection That This Home Of Legislative Debate Represents Human Liberty In The Purest Form Yet Devised.