Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.
With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
The suffering may be moral or physical; and in my opinion it is just as absurd to call a man a coward who destroys himself, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.
Now, don’t be angry after you’ve been afraid. That’s the worst kind of cowardice.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
You cannot be a hero without being a coward.
What is your definition of a coward? A man who would think twice before fightng a lion with his bare hands. And what is your definition of a brave man? A man who doesn’t know what a lion is. Every man knows what a lion is. Every man assumes that he does. (The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn’t know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.)
We do not go to cowards for tender dealing; there is nothing so cruel as panic; the man who has least fear for his own carcase, has most time to consider others.
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener.
The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice…
