Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination - not the small reach of their courage or latent power.

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

In doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch