You may not like my burglar, but please don't damage him.
You aren't nearly through this adventure yet.
Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master: His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.