If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.
Verba vana aut risui apta non loqui.[Trans.]Do not speak words that are vain or give rise to laughter.
The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
The sword was not the kingdom.
The pen is mightier than the sword, only if the sword is very small and the pen is very sharp.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
If a sword had memory, it might be grateful to the forge fire, but never fond of it.
A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.
