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

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

Frodo: Go back, Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!

We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. We boast seldom, and then perform, or die in the attempt. "Not if I found it on the highway would I take it," I said. Even if I were such a man as to desire this thing, and even though I knew not clearly what this thing was when I spoke, still I should take those words as a vow, and be held by them.

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.

Help means ruin and saving means slaying.

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.