Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!

Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?

Life is rather above the measure of us all (save for a very few perhaps). We all need literature that is above our measure--though we may not have sufficient energy for it all the time.

I dislike allegory wherever I smell it.

American English is essentially English after having been wiped off with a dirty sponge.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.

"We will make such a chase as shall be accounted a marvel among the Three Kindreds: Elves, Dwarves and Men. Forth the Three Hunters!" Like a deer he sprang away. Through the trees he sped. On and on he led them, tireless and swift, now that his mind was at last made up. The woods about the lake they left behind. Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land.