A YOUNG FAWN once said to his mother, "You are larger than a dog, and swifter, and more used to running, and you have too your horns as a defence; why, then, O Mother! are you always in such a terrible fright of the hounds?" She smiled, and said: "I know full well, my son, that all you say is true. I have the advantages you mention, but yet when I hear only 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.