— Stephen Colbert American political satirist, writer, comedian, television host, and actor 1964
— Edward Bulwer-Lytton English novelist, poet, playwright, and politician 1803 - 1873
Act ii, Scene ii. This is the origin of the much quoted phrase "the pen is mightier than the sword". Compare: "Hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword", Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4.
— James Joyce Irish novelist and poet 1882 - 1941
Context: A Place for Everything and Everything in its Place, Is the Pen Mightier than the Sword? A Successful Career in the Civil Service. Page 306
„Though the pen is mightier than the sword, the sword speaks louder and stronger at any given moment.“
— Leonard Wibberley Irish-American author 1915 - 1983
— Marcus Garvey Jamaica-born British political activist, Pan-Africanist, orator, and entrepreneur 1887 - 1940
— Julia Ward Howe American abolitionist, social activist, and poet 1819 - 1910
As quoted in Stories Behind the Hymns That Inspire America: Songs That Unite Our Nation (2003) by Ace Collins, p. 36.
— James Graham, 1st Marquess of Montrose Scottish nobleman, poet and soldier of the Wars of the Three Kingdoms 1612 - 1650
My Dear and only Love. Compare: "I ’ll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword", Sir Walter Scott, Legend of Montrose, chap. xv.
— Miguel de Cervantes Spanish novelist, poet, and playwright 1547 - 1616
„When I quoted Bulwer Lytton's "The pen is mightier than the sword" to Marty Feldman he added reflectively, "Yes, and considerably easier to write with."“
— Marty Feldman British actor and comedian 1934 - 1982
Kenneth Williams Acid Drops (London: Orion,  1999) p. xvi.
„The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men
The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen“
— Al-Mutanabbi Arabic poet from the Abbasid era 915 - 965
Context: When the lion bares his teeth, do not fancy that the lion shows to you a smile. I have slain the man that sought my heart's blood many a time, Riding a noble mare whose back none else may climb, Whose hind and fore-legs seem in galloping as one, Nor hand nor foot requireth she to urge her on. And O the days when I have swung my fine-edged glaive Amidst a sea of death where wave was dashed on wave! The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O04oUcNXmdI