I have talked quite long enough about my own follies. The thing is to finish the thing as devised and then let it be judged. But forgive me! It is written in my life-blood, such as that is, thick or thin; and I can no other.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!

I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.

We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.

How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?" [Bilbo] asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.

The Nazgul they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.