Cowards can handle Arms, can strike where they are sure to meet with no Return, can wound, mangle and murder; but it belongs to brave Men to spare, and to protect.

The Man who with undaunted toils,/ sails unknown seas to unknown soils,/ With various wonders feasts his Sight: What stranger wonders does he write?

How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them.

As we must account for every idle word, so must we account for every idle silence.