|C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.|
| The quill hath a good tongue.|
| A quill hath proved the noblest gift to man.|
| A little instrument of mighty power.|
| At the point of the pen is the focus of the mind.|
J. L. Basford.
| Oh! Natures noblest giftmy gray-goose quill!|
| Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.|
| A witty writer is like a porcupine; his quill makes no distinction between friend and foe.|
H. W. Shaw.
| Quills are things that are sometimes taken from the pinions of one goose to spread the opinions of another.|
| The feather whence the pen was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, dropped from an angels wing.|