There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for this treachery!

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.

Aure entuluva! day shall come again!

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, For none now live who remember it.

I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less.

I am in fact, a hobbit in all but size