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All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.
Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

A Farewell to Arms
Cowardice, the dread of what will happen
Coward is the one who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once
None but a coward dares to boast that he has never known fear
A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave
It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape
The human race is a race of cowards; and I am not only marching in that procession but carrying a banner
Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."