I am in fact a hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated).

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.