No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
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No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor
temperate, who considers pleasure the highest god.
[Lat., Fortis vero, dolorem summum malum judicans; aut temperans,
voluptatem summum bonum statuens, esse certe nullo modo potest.]

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through
his iron, through his blood.
[Ger., Zwar read more

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through
his iron, through his blood.
[Ger., Zwar der Tapfere nennt sich Herr der Lander
Durch sein Eisen, durch sein Blut.]

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to read more

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.

The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
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In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who
can endure a wretched life.
[Lat., Rebus in angustis facile est contemnere vitam;
Fortiter ille facit qui miser esse potest.]

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they read more

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a
divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urguentur ignotique sacro.]

Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the
surface and their toughness in the middle.

Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the
surface and their toughness in the middle.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to read more

The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:--
A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave,
Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods
The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
Compassion breathes along the savage mind.