Francis Bacon Quotes

The coward's weapon, poison.

What masks are these uniforms to hide cowards!

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

It is our people who are sitting in the dark because of these cowardly and treacherous attacks, not our occupiers.

The gentleman is guilty of every crime that does not require courage.

The silence of a treacherous man is to be feared even more than his words.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

Slander reveals the greatest truth about the coward implementing it.

Those who live in the past are cowards and losers.

How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

The nature of a coward is to avoid death. If such a man courts peril there can be only two reasons. Either he is not a coward at all or there is no danger.

Imagination is a great thing in long dull hours, but it's a real curse in a dark alley.

A coward with a gun is the most dangerous person in the world

You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.

I was a coward. I used to be haunted by the fear of thieves, ghosts and serpents. I did not dare to stir out of doors at night. Darkness was a terror to me. It was almost impossible for me to sleep in the dark, as I would imagine ghosts coming from one direction, thieves from another and serpents from a third. I could not therefore bear to sleep without a light in the room.

It is the disease of cowards, who do not have the courage to speak upfront and so talk behind one's back... Watch out against the terrorism of gossip!

Bullies are always cowards.

All the learn'd are cowards by profession.

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

Fear invites danger; concealed cowards insult known ones.

Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.

Treachery, though at first very cautious, in the end betrays itself.

Do you see the irony at all, Tristan?’ I stare at him and shake my head. He seems determined not to speak again until I do. ‘What irony?’ I ask eventually, the words tumbling out in a hurried heap. ‘That I am to be shot as a coward while you get to live as one.

For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom.

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.