He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.

Shadowfax tossed his head and cried aloud, as if a trumpet had summoned him to battle. Then he sprang forward. Fire flew from his feet; night rushed over him. As he fell slowly into sleep, Pippin had a strange feeling: he and Gandalf were still as stone, seated upon the statue of a running horse, while the world rolled away beneath his feet with a great noise of wind.

You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in hid eyrie at night!

There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.

Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall

I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less.

Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.