a young fawn once said to his mother, “you are larger than a dog, and swifter, and more used to running, and you have your horns as a defense; why, then, o mother! do the hounds frighten you so?” she smiled, and said: “i know full well, my son, that all you say is true. i have the advantages you mention, but when i hear even the bark of a single dog i feel ready to faint, and fly away as fast as i can.”

no arguments will give courage to the coward.