Quote by G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenb

With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks from which others armed with sword and excommunication have been repulsed.

With a pen in my hand I have successfully stormed bulwarks f

Summary

This quote highlights the power of words and their ability to challenge and overcome traditional forms of authority and resistance. The speaker suggests that through the act of writing, they have achieved remarkable victories and breakthroughs that others, relying on more conventional forms of force or fear, have failed to achieve. It emphasizes the immense influence of ideas and the written word in challenging established norms and ideas, suggesting that the pen is mightier than the sword or any oppressive measures.

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By G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenb

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