You shout because it makes you brave or you want to announce your recklessness.
The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
A brave man's hand can speak for itself; it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
I used to think that bravery involved action. It took courage, I figured, to move forward, to pursue a dream, to get ahead in the world. Just to get where you were supposed to. I thought having desire took courage. Now I realize that none of that requires bravery. The only thing you really need bravery for is standing still. For standing by.