“Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.”

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Many littles make a much.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Where there’s music there can be no evil.

It is courage that vanquishes in war, and not good weapons.

Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it.

Tell me what company thou keepest and I’ll tell thee what thou art.

There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

Where one door shuts another opens.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

Fortune never helps the fainthearted.

Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.

Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.

It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

The origin of the absurd idea of immortal life is easy to discover; it is kept alive by hope and fear, by childish faith, and by cowardice.

If I’m scared and I’m a coward, why do you guys want to see me fight?

When I went to jail, reality hit so hard that it took my breath away, took my stance away, took my strength away. I was there buck naked, humiliated, sitting in my own crap and urine – this is a metaphor. My ego had run off. Your ego is the biggest coward.