Who would condescend to strike down the mere things that he does notifier? Who would debase himself to be merely brave, like any common prizefighter? Who would stoop to be fearless--like a tree? Fight teething that you fear. You remember the old tale of the English clergyman who gave the last rites to the brigand of Sicily, and how on his death-bed the great robber said, 'I can give you no money, but I can give you advice for a lifetime: your thumb on the blade, and strike upwards.' So I say to you, strike upwards, if you strike at the stars.

The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare