Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.

For the trouble with the real folk of Faerie is that they do not always look like what they are; and they put on the pride and beauty that we would fain wear ourselves.

Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.

Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.