There are other men, and other lives, and time still to be.

A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination - not the small reach of their courage or latent power.

And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.

There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.