There are always a few who stand up in times of communal madness and have the courage to say that what unites us is greater than what divides us.

I have always had the courage for the new things that life sometimes offers.

Courage is sometimes frail as hope is frail: a fragile shoot between two stones that grows brave toward the sun though warmth and brightness fail striving and faith the only strength it knows.

I think that the romantic impulse is in all of us and that sometimes we live it for a short time but it's not part of a sensible way of living. It's a heroic path and it generally ends dangerously. I treasure it in the sense that I believe it's a path of great courage. It can also be the path of the foolhardy and the compulsive.

In times of conflict war poverty or religious fundamentalism women and children are the first and most numerous victims. Women need all their courage today.

People talk about the courage of condemned men walking to the place of execution: sometimes it needs as much courage to walk with any kind of bearing towards another person's habitual misery.

Unjust. How many times I've used that word scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself and to hell with justice.

We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow and courage from the jay who will attack an owl ten times its size to drive it off its territory. But above all of them ranked the chickadee because of its indomitable spirit.

When God speaks oftentimes His voice will call for an act of courage on our part.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.