“Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.”

A wise man does not trust all his eggs to one basket.

That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.

It is good to live and learn.

The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the sum of his own works.

The road to the inn is much better than the stay.

Every man is the son of his own works.

There are only two families in the world, my old grandmother used to say, the Haves and the Have-nots.

One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.

I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.

Dine on little, and sup on less.

A stout heart breaks bad luck.

To be good to the vile is to throw water into the sea.

Let every man look before he leaps.

God who gives the wound gives the salve.

The ass bears the load, but not the overload.

Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.

We must be neither cowardly nor rash but courageous.

I’m currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn’t really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.

We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.

No argument, no matter how convincing, will give courage to a coward.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.