You can conquer almost any fear if you will only make up your mind to do so. For remember, fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind.
The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
I believe that every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love over fear.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. Im not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
A coward dies a thousand deaths... a soldier dies but once.
Character building begins in our infancy, and continues until death.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
All we have to fear is fear itself.
I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.
There is no hope unmingled with fear, and no fear unmingled with hope.
When you cease to make a contribution you begin to die.
Our strength lies in our intensive attacks and our barbarity...After all, who today remembers the genocide of the Armenians?
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
