A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
The sword is the axis of the world and its power is absolute.
The sword the body wounds, sharp words the mind.
Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger;
it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.
No one need think that the world can be ruled without blood.
The civil sword shall and must be red and bloody.
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
Logic is like the sword
Think not I came to send peace on the earth; I came not to send peace but a sword.
There are only two forces in the world, the sword and the spirit.
In the long run the sword will always be conquered by the spirit.
The sword is the axis of the world, and grandeur is indivisible.
In politics, as in religion, it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by fire and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.
War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all;
but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
Give me a sword fight any day.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
We who have seen Italia in the throes,Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now,Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough,All bounteous as she is fair, we think of thoseWho blew the breath of life into her frame:Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi: Three:Her Brain, her Soul, her Sword; and set her freeFrom ruinous discords, with one lustrous aim.
Advertisers are the interpreters of our dreams -- Joseph interpreting for Pharaoh. Like the movies, they infect the routine futility of our days with purposeful adventure. Their weapons are our weaknesses: fear, ambition, illness, pride, selfishness, desire, ignorance. And these weapons must be kept as bright as a sword.
Weak arguments are often thrust before my path;
but although they are most insubstantial, it is not easy to destroy them. There is not a more difficult feat known than to cut through a cushion with a sword.
With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.
Remember that when you meet your antagonist, to do everything in a mild agreeable manner. Let your courage be keen, but, at the same time, as polished as your sword.
The stroke of the whip maketh marks in the flesh: but the stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen by the edge of the sword: but not so many as have fallen by the tongue. Ecclesiasticus 28:17 --18
Bigotry and intolerance, silenced by argument, endeavors to silence by persecution, in old days by fire and sword, in modern days by the tongue.
All virtues come down to courage, at the sharp end of the sword.
But courage must be tempered by prudence. Courage wasted by misdirection is the most heart-breaking of all tragedies. If there is an eighth deadly sin, it ought to be stupidity, by which all virtues run out into dry sands. Yet...where does prudence end and cowardice begin? That's a very good damn question!
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast.
And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt.
Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.
Without the Empire we should be tossed like a cork in the cross current of world politics. It is at once our sword and our shield.
The weakest arm is strong enough, that strikesWith the sword of justice.
And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
Once the good man was dead, one wore his hat and another his sword as he had worn them, a third had himself barbered as he had, a fourth walked as he did, but the honest man that he was -- nobody any longer wanted to be that.