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

It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.

Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.

It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.

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

So, though there was still some store of weapons in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging above hearths or on walls, or gathered into the museum at Michel Delving. The Mathom-house it was called; for anything that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a mathom. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms, and many of the presents that passed from hand to hand were of that sort.