It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man, so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death; and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him, that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honor aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; fear preoccupieth it.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice; which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.

There is no vice that doth so cover a man with shame as to be found false and perfidious.

I have no fear nor shrinking; I have seen death so often that it is not strange or fearful to me.

So he died, because for a split second he got brave. But not then. He died much later, after the split second of bravery had faded into long hours of wretched …

I remember we adjourned for lunch and a friendly Afrikaner warder asked me the question, 'Mandela, what do you think is going to happen to you in this case?' I…