A coward gets scared and quits. A hero gets scared, but still goes on.
A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage.
A coward is much more exposed to quarrels than a man of spirit.
A coward is one who in a perilous emergency thinks with his legs.
A cowardly cur barks more fiercely than it bites.
A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have sometimes made a hero of the same man who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and a rainy morning would have proved a coward.
All men would be cowards if they could.
Covetousness like jealousy, when it has taken root, never leaves a person, but with their life. Cowardice is the dread of what will happen.
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Cowards can never be moral.
Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare.
Dishonesty, cowardice and duplicity are never impulsive.
Faint heart never won fair lady.
Fear has its use but cowardice has none.
For cowards the road of desertion should be left open; they will carry over to the enemy nothing, but their fears.
Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men.
How many feasible projects have miscarried through despondency, and been strangled in their birth by a cowardly imagination.