For what made that in glory shine so long — Pens

"Take away the sword; States can be saved without it; bring the pen!"

"While the language of the lips is fleeting as the breath itself, and confined to a single spot as well as to a single moment, the language of the pen enjoys, in many instances, an adamantine existence, and will only perish amid the ruins of the globe. Before its mighty touch time and space become annihilated; it joins epoch to epoch, and pole to pole.[…] But for this, everything would be doubt, and darkness, and death-shade; all knowledge would be traditionary and all experience local; civilized life would relapse into barbarism, and man would have to run through his little, and comparatively insignificant round of existence, the perpetual sport of ignorance and error, uninstructed by science, unregulated by laws, and unconsoled by Revelation."

"The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done."

"Anser, apie, vitellus, populus et regna gubernant."

"Quon me donne six lignes écrites de la main du plus honnête homme, jy trouverai de quoi le faire pendre."

"The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing Made of a quill from an angels wing."