Sword

"[H]e who has no sword, let him sell his garment and buy one."

"Through teeth and skull and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped, The good sword stood a handbreadth out Behind the Tuscan’s head."

"Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England."

"In the midst of the lake Arthur was 'ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand."

"Put them to the sword."

"A sword, and not a sceptre, fits Æneas."

"Our swords shall play the orators for us."

"Our conquering swords shall marshal us the way We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe."

"Let us glut our swords, That thirst to drink the feeble Persians' blood."

"My sword hath sent millions of Turks to hell."

"She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don't tell Sansa! Mikken's mark was on the blade. It's just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She'd been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. "It's just a sword," she said, aloud this time... ...but it wasn't. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gar-dens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile."

"Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword."

"Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword."

"Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky, but Crom is your god, Crom, and he lives in the Earth. Once giants lived in the Earth, Conan, and in the darkness of chaos they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered, and the Earth shook, and fire and wind struck down these giants, and threw their bodies into the waters. But in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel, and left it on the battlefield. We, who found it, are just men: not gods, not giants, just men. And the secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan, you must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts... This you can trust."

"Steel isn't strong boy, flesh is stronger! ... What is steel, compared to the hand that wields it?"