Have you ever made love to a truly great woman? And when you make love to her, you feel true, and beautiful, passion, and you, for at least that moment, lose your fear of death.
I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks Death squarely in the face like some rhino-hunters I know, or Belmonte, who's truly brave. It is because they love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds, until it returns, as it does, to all men.