All my own small perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.

Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles. "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

We don't want any adventures here! You might try over the Hill or Across the Water.

There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.

He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.