He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.