Weapons got you killed, often because you were holding one.
The women hate every thing which strips off the tinsel of Sentiment – and they are right – or it would rob them of their weapons.
The twig carrying has begun, and this goes on while all the guns are pointed and charged and no one dares pull the trigger.
Tears. The woman’s weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man’s weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn’t it?
One must always name a weapon. You cannot trust that which you cannot call by name.
Let none presume to tell me that the pen is preferable to the sword.[translation by John Willis Clark]Away with those who assert that letters have the pre-eminence over arms.[translation by John Ormsby][Quítenseme delante los que dijeren que las letras hacen ventaja a las armas.]
Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle.
I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.[J’ai toujours eu plus peur d’une plume, d’une bouteille d’encre et d’une feuille de papier que d’une épée ou d’un pistolet.]
I do not know with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill.
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.
A weapon you held and didn’t know how to use belonged to your enemy.
