Fatigue makes cowards of all of us.

We make fun of those we're most scared of becoming.

Fatigue makes cowards of us all.

Comfort makes cowards of us all.

If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

The Nonconformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.

To how much lying, extravagance, hypocrisy and servilism does not the fear of ridicule lead? Human respect makes us cowards and slaves. It may deter from evil, but much oftener it drives to baseness. “We are too much afraid,” said Cato, “of death, exile and poverty.”

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.

Cynical is the name we give those we fear may be laughing at us.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

Laughter is poison to fear.

We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

Nothing makes us more cowardly and unconscionable than the desire to be loved by everyone.