Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.
There can be no progress, no achievement without sacrifice.
I have endured a great deal of ridicule without much malice; and have received a great deal of kindness, not quite free from ridicule. I am used to it.
A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage.
Courage Is a Love Affair with the Unknown
I learned long ago that in order to heal my wounds, I must have the courage to face up with them.
There are no easy answers' but there are simple answers. We must have the courage to do what we know is morally right.
Leaders are not buffeted about by circumstance. They make what is into what might be, transforming challenging situations by means of courage and insight.
In strategy your spiritual bearing must not be any different from normal. Both in fighting and in everyday life you should be determined though calm. Meet the situation without tenseness yet not recklessly, your spirit settled yet unbiased.
Your courage draws people out of complacency into their destiny.
It was the only thing I ever really wanted. And that’s the sin that can’t be forgiven--that I hadn’t done what I wanted. It feels so dirty and pointless and monstrous, as one feels about insanity, because there’s no sense to it, no dignity, nothing but pain--and wasted pain. . . why do they always teach us that it’s easy and evil to do what we want and that we need discipline to restrain ourselves? It’s the hardest thing in the world--to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kind of courage.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
I'll repeat something you might consider tattooing on your forehead: What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do.
Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction.
Courage is being afraid - and going ahead, anyway.
Courage encourages courage.
Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
The thing of courage As rous'd with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.
