No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

Fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things under ground, and much more in the skies.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

I suddenly remember something I've been told about fear. That amid a hail of machine gun fire you notice the existence of your skin.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

Any device whatever by which one frees himself from the fear of others is a natural good.

He that fears you present will hate you absent.

After seven days at sea, thirst is a feeling unto itself; it's a deep pain in the throat, in the sternum, and especially beneath the clavicles. And it's also the fear of suffocating.

A child understands fear, and the hurt and hate it brings.

God is good, there is no devil but fear.