If we would be guided by the light of reason, we must let our minds be bold.
Rashness is not fortunate.
Boldness, still more boldness, evermore boldness.
Write on your doors the saying wise and old, “Be bold! be bold!” and everywhere, “Be bold; Be not too bold!” Yet better the excess Than the defect’s better the more than less; Better like Hector in the field to die, Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Fortune befriends the bold.
It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.