Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.
J. R. R. TolkienI don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
J. R. R. TolkienTrue education is a kind of never ending story — a matter of continual beginnings, of habitual fresh starts, of persistent newness.
J. R. R. Tolkien