A coward lives in constant dread. His heart sinks at the thought of death which is like a sword of damocles hanging over his head. The outbreak of war, a riot, the tremors of an earthquake, the possibility of a famine or a flood, all these make the coward shudder with fear. He imagines that he will be the first casualty in any of these situations. He eyes his food with suspision because there might be poison in it. If he stands on a sea-shore or a river-bank, a wave of fear sweeps over him at the idea of being accidentlly drowned. As he walks along a road, he is over careful not to step down the pavement least he should be run over by a motor vehicle. He knows that death may come to a man suddenly and in a variety of ways and therefore his life is spent in a state of continuous fear. Every time he hears that someone else has died, secretly congratulates himself on his own escape.
Such is the mental outlook of a coward. Surely he suffers a thousand times more pain and agony at his supposed death than he would by the event himself. He meets his death many times in his imagination