The burned hand teaches best.

please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.

I must indeed abide the Doom of Men whether I will or nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Numenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale of your people and their fall. As wicked fools I scorned them, but I pity them at last. For if this is indeed, as the Elves say, the gift of the One to Men, it is bitter to receive.

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

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

And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away.

Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.