Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

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 are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.

Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!

To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face

Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.