When the adulation of life is gone, the coward sneaks to his death, but the brave live on.

The coward sneaks to death; the brave live on.

Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.

When the adulation of life is gone, the coward sneaks to his death, but the brave live on.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.

I think if a character appeals to you, there are certain parts of yourself will come to the fore and other parts that will play down.