Mind your P's and Q's.
The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.
I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.
It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What's happened to the world?