It's not the number of years that makes you old, but the idea that you are getting old.
When you believe yourself to be master of your thoughts, you become so.
It is the certainty that you are about to recover, that brings results, not the hope.
It is we ourselves who alone shall shape our destinies, rising always above the external circumstances and conditions which from time to time shall be thrown across our paths.
We can be, and should be, the masters of events, and not their playthings.
Perhaps one day the dreams of Utopists may be realized and humanity will shake off the chains of materialism which still separate us from what we think to be supernatural knowledge, but which, in reality, is already in us, only waiting to be discerned.