Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace, The soul that knows it not, knows no releaseFrom little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hearThe sound of wings. How can Life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull grey ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the restless day, And count it fair.
Amelia Earhart