1MuchtoLiveForThereissomuchIhavenotbeen,somuchIhavenotseen.Ihavenotthoughtandhavenotdoneorfeltenough—theearlysun,rainandtheseasonaldelightofflocksofducksandgeeseinflight,themysteriesoflate-at-night.Istillneedtimetoreadabook,writepoems,paintapicture,lookatscenesandfacesdeartome.Thereissomethingmoretobeofvalue—somethingIshouldfindwithinmyself—aspeaceofmind,patience,graceandbeingkind.IshalltakeandIshallgive,whileyet,thereissomuchtolivefor—rainbows,starsthatgleam,thefields,thehills,thehope,thedreams,thetruththatonemustseek.I’llstayhere—treasureeverydayandlovetheworldinmyownway.2ATaleofTwoCities(excerpt)Itwasthe^bestoftimes,itwastheworstoftimes;itwasthe^ageofwisdom,itwastheageoffoolishness;itwastheepochofbelief,itwastheepochofincredulity;itwastheseasonoflight,itwastheseasonofdarkness;itwasthespringofhope,itwasthewinterofdespair;wehadeverythingbeforeus,wehadnothingbeforeus;wewereallgoingdirecttoHeaven,wewereallgoingdirect^theotherway.——CharlesDickens3YouthYouthisnotatimeoflife;itisastateofmind;itisnotamatterofrosycheeks,redlipsandsuppleknees;itisamatterofthewill,aqualityoftheimagination,a^vigoroftheemotions;itisthefreshnessofthedeepspringsoflife.Youthmeansatemperamentalpredominanceofcourageovertimidityoftheappetite,foradventureovertheloveofease.Thisoftenexistsinamanofsixtymore^thanaboyoftwenty.Nobodygrowsoldmerelybyanumberofyears.Wegrowoldbydesertingourideals.Yearsmaywrinkletheskin,buttogiveupenthusiasmwrinklesthesoul.Worry,fear,self-distrustbowstheheartandturnsthespiritbacktodust.Whethersixtyorsixteen,thereisineverybeing’sheartthelureofwonder,theunfailingchild-likeappetiteofwhat’snext,andthejoyofthegameofliving.Inthecenterofyourheartandmyheartthereisawirelessstation;solongasitreceivesmessagesofbeauty,hope,cheer,courageandpowerfrommenandfromtheinfinite,solongareyouyoung.Whentheaerialsaredown,andyourspiritiscoveredwithsnowsofcynicismandtheiceofpessimism,thenyouaregrownold,evenattwenty,butaslongasyouraerialsareup,tocatch^thewavesofoptimism,thereishopeyoumaydieyoungateighty.——SamuelUllman4JaneEyre(excerpt)“No.Youmuststay!Iswearit—andtheoathshallbekept”.“ItellyouImustgo!”Iretorted,rousedtosomethinglikepassion.“DoyouthinkIcanstaytobecomenothingtoyou?DoyouthinkIamanautomaton?—amachinewithoutfeeling?andcanbeartohavemymorselofbreadsnatchedfrommylips，andmydropoflivingwaterdashedfrommycup?Doyouthink,becauseIampoor,obscure,plain,andlittle,Iamsoullessandheartless?Youthinkwrong!—Ihaveasmuchsoulasyou,—andfullasmuchheart!AndifGodhadgiftedmewithsomebeautyandmuchwealth,Ishouldhavemadeitashardforyoutoleaveme,asitisnowformetoleaveyou.Iamnottalkingtoyounowthroughthemediumofcustom,conventionalities，norevenofmortalflesh—itismyspiritthataddressesyourspirit;justasifbothhadpassedthroughthegrave,andwestoodatGod’sfeet,equal—asweare!”——CharlotteBronte5WinnerNeverQuitAlittlegirl—the20thof22children,wasbornprematurelyandhersurvivalwasdoubtful.Whenshewas4yearsold,shecontracteddoublepneumoniaandscarletfever,whichleftherwithaparalyzedleftleg.Atage9,sheremovedthemetallegbraceshehadbeendependenton^andbegantowalkwithoutit.By13shehaddevelopedarhythmicwalk,whichdoctorssaidwasamiracle.Thatsameyearshedecidedtobecomearunner.Sheenteredaraceandcameinlast.Forthenextfewyearseveryracesheentered,shecameinlast.Everyonetoldhertoquit,butshekeptonrunning.Onedaysheactuallywonarace,andthenanother.F...
