Ihavetamedmenof iron inmyday, shall Inot easilycrush these men of butter?

-Alba, Duke of, Ferdinand Alvarez deToledo
  On his appointment as Lieutenant-General to the Netherlands. Quoted in J L Motley The Rise of the Dutch Republic (1889), vol.2.

He asked for water, and she brought him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples. At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead. The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice,Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?

-Bible (Old Testament)
Judges 5:25^8.

   Ohne Butter werden wir fertig, aber nicht beispielsweise ohne Kanonen.Wenn wir einmal u«  berfallen werden, dann k o« nnen wir uns nicht mit Butter, sondern nur mit Kanonen verteidigen. We can manage without butter but not, for example, without guns. If we are attacked, we can only defend ourselves with guns not butter.

-Goebbels, (Paul) Joseph
  Speech in Berlin,17  Jan.

Would you rather have butter or guns? †preparedness makes us powerful.Butter merely makes us fat. See Goebbels 359:7.

-Goering, HermannWilhelm
  Speech, Hamburg.

'Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?' 'We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples and cheese.'

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'Big Steamers'.

Like a steak spread with butter and topped with good, rich, broiled eels.

-Kurosawa, Akira
  His concept of a great film. In Japan Quarterly, vol.12.

As for meöfor me, the grass grew longer, and more sorrowful, and the trees were surfaced like flesh, and girls were no longer to be treated lightly but were creatures of commanding sadness, and all journeys through the valley were now made alone, with passion in every bush, and the motions of wind and cloud and stars were suddenly for myself alone, and voices elected me of all men living and called me to deliver the world, and I groaned from solitude, blushed when I stumbled, loved strangers and bread and butter, and made long trips through the rain on my bicycle, stared wretchedly through lighted windows, grinned wryly to think how little I was known, and lived in a state of raging excitement.

-Lee, Laurie
  Cider With Rosie,'Last Days'.

His name was George F. Babbitt. He was forty-six years old now, in April,1920, and he made nothing in particular, neither butter nor shoes nor poetry, but he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.

-Lewis, (Harry) Sinclair
  Babbitt, ch.1.

My aim all along has been (in Ezra Pound's term) the most drastic desuetization of Scottish life and letters, and, inparticular, thede-Tibetanizationofthe Highlands and Islands, and getting rid of the whole gang of high mucky-mucks, famous fatheads, old wives of both sexes, stuffed shirts, hollow men with headpieces stuffed with straw, bird-wits, lookers-under-beds, trained seals, creeping Jesuses, Scots Wha Ha'evers, village idiots, policemen, leaders of white-mouse factions and noted connoisseurs of bread and butter, glorified gangsters, and what 'Billy' Phelps calls Medlar Novelists (the medlar being a fruit that becomes rotten before it is ripe),Commercial Calvinists, makers of 'noises like a turnip', and all the touts and toadies and lickspittles o the English Ascendancy, and their infernal women-folk, and all their skunkoil skulduggery.

-Grieve
  Lucky Poet, ch.3,'The Kind of Poetry I  Want'.

You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchiefand sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.

-MacKenzie, Sir (Edward Montague) Compton
  Vestal Fire, bk.1, ch.3.

The King said 'Butter, eh?' And bounced out of bed.

-Milne, A(lan) A(lexander)
  When We Were VeryYoung,'The King's Breakfast'.

   I won't quarrel with my Bread and Butter.

-Swift,Jonathan
  Polite Conversation, dialogue1.

   Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.

-Thackeray,William Makepeace
  'Sorrows of Werther'.

A shelf life somewhere between butter and yoghurt.

-Trillin, Calvin Marshall
  On the plethora of new book titles. In the NewYorkTimes, 14 Jun.

'Alf Todd,'said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery,'has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark room trying to shove a pound of melted butter into a wild cat's left ear with a red-hot needle.'

-Plum
  Ukridge, ch.5.