We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.

We all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile.

For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.

If we all got angry together something might be done.

Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.