Whilst weakness and timidity keep us to our duty, virtue has often all the honor.

There are some who never would have loved if they never had heard it spoken of.

The only security is courage.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

Some allow themselves to be overcome by panic, and others charge because they dare not remain at their posts. Some may be found whose courage is strengthened by small perils that prepare them to face greater dangers. Some are daring when facing swords but dread facing bullets; others dread bullets little but fear facing swords a lot.

There are some faults which, when well managed, make a greater figure than virtue itself.

It is difficult to like those whom we do not esteem; but it is no less so to like those whom we esteem more than ourselves.