The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.
The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.
The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.
The coward only threatens when he is safe.
A coward turns away, but a brave man's choice is danger.
The coward sneaks to death; the brave live on.
It was Noel Coward whose technique I envied and tried to emulate. I collected all his records and writing.
That great, overgrown lummox of a Colonel McCormick, mediocre in ability, less than average in brains and a damn physical coward in spite of his size, sitting in the tower of the Tribune building with his guards protecting him while he squirts sewage at men whom he happens to dislike.
May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die.
Even the youngest of us will know, in fifty years' time, exactly what we mean by 'a very Noel Coward sort of person'.
Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear
As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves;
Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.
Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave it is merely a loose application of the word. Consider the flea -- incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage.
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere I see heavens glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
A coward will remain, Sir,
Until the fight is done;
But an immortal hero
Will take his hat, and run!
So now I must live up to him
Who won on high
A lustre time will never dim;
Though coward I,
Let me revere till life be done
My hero son.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories