He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn’t.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
A coward is a man who can foresee the future. A brave man is almost always without imagination.