The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf!

Short cuts make long delays.

We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road, but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it. That leadeth to tyranny, which disfigureth good and maketh it seem hateful.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.

Little by little, one travels far