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

Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.

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

Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!

Without the high and noble the simple and vulgar is utterly mean; and without the simple and ordinary the noble and heroic is meaningless

Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say