The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed.

Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

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.

deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.

There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made.

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.