Then Elrond and Galadriel rode on; for the Third Age was over and the Days of the Rings were passed and an end was come of the story and song of those times.

Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

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

If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it.

For myself, I find I become less cynical rather than more--remembering my own sins and follies; and realize that men's hearts are not often as bad as their acts, and very seldom as bad as their words.

Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!

Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.