He which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart, his passport shall be made and crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship, to die with us.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;The valiant never taste of death but once.

A brave man dies once, a coward a thousand times.

You can't throw kindling on a fire and deny you kept it burning. And right now, cowardice is that kindling.

Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. Silently and perceptibly, as we wake or sleep, we grow strong or weak; and last some crisis shows what we have become.

Fight till the last gasp.