I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

As a rule, men worry more about what they can't see than about what they can.

When the swords flash let no idea of love, piety, or even the face of your fathers move you

In extreme danger fear feels no pity. [Lat., In summo periculo timor miericordiam non recipit.]

Which death is preferably to every other? ''The unexpected''.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.