Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
A Victory without danger is a triumph without glory.
While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Danger breeds best on too much confidence.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him.
Anger is a short madness.
When we conquer without danger our triumph is without glory.
To conquer without danger is to conquer without glory.
Generating anger is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die.
When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.
Our enemies are Medes and Persians, men who for centuries have lived soft and luxurious lives; we of Macedon for generations past have been trained in the hard school of danger and war. Above all, we are free men, and they are slaves.