Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.
Any coward can sit in his home and criticize a pilot for flying into a mountain in a fog. But I would rather, by far, die on a mountainside than in bed. What kind of man would live where there is no daring? And is life so dear that we should blame men for dying in adventure? Is there a better way to die?
What kind of man would live a life without daring? Is life so sweet that we should criticize men that seek adventure? Is there a better way to die?