Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.

My name is growing all the time, and I’ve lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.

I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well.