Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

Very potent influence on myself has been Finnish.

Aure entuluva! day shall come again!

Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.

I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.

But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed, while others reap and sow in his stead.

I felt a curious thrill, as if something had stirred in me, half wakened from sleep. There was something very remote and strange and beautiful behind those words, if I could grasp it, far beyond ancient English.