All's well that ends better.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it.

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.

And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

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.

Art is the human process that produces by the way (it is not its only or ultimate object) Secondary Belief.