„I ’ll make thee glorious by my pen,
And famous by my sword.“
„With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.“
— Georg Christoph Lichtenberg German scientist, satirist 1742 - 1799
„Your bombs and pens like swords, held high, up to my throat. You have made the cost of blood, as cheap as ink and all I think.“
— Dawud Wharnsby Canadian musician 1972
"What Has Become"
„When I behold thee, though my light be dim,
Distant, and low, I can in thine see Him
Who looks upon thee from his glorious throne,
And mindes the covenant 'twixt all and One.“
— Henry Vaughan Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet 1621 - 1695
Context: When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair, Forms turn to musick, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sun-shine! the sure tye Of thy Lord's hand, the object of his eye. When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distant, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from his glorious throne, And mindes the covenant 'twixt all and One. "The Rainbow".
— Stephen Colbert American political satirist, writer, comedian, television host, and actor 1964
— Michelangelo Buonarroti Italian sculptor, painter, architect and poet 1475 - 1564
„I wear my Pen as others do their Sword.
To each affronting sot I meet, the word
Is Satisfaction: straight to thrusts I go,
And pointed satire runs him through and through.“
— John Oldham (poet) English satirical poet and translator 1653 - 1683
Satire upon a Printer, line 36; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922).
— Muriel Rukeyser poet and political activist 1913 - 1980
Context: Slowly I would get to pen and paper, Make my poems for others unseen and unborn. In the day I would be reminded of those men and women, Brave, setting up signals across vast distances, considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values. "Poem"
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning English poet, author 1806 - 1861
Context: p>I praise Thee while my days go on; I love Thee while my days go on: Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on.And having in thy life-depth thrown Being and suffering (which are one), As a child drops his pebble small Down some deep well, and hears it fall Smiling — so I. THY DAYS GO ON.</p St. 23 -24.