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

He which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart, his passport shall be made and crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship, to die with us.

Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Every hard-boiled egg is yellow inside.

Strength is Happiness. Strength is itself victory. In weakness and cowardice there is no happiness. When you wage a struggle, you might win or you might lose. But regardless of the short-term outcome, the very fact of your continuing to struggle is proof of your victory as a human being.