Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.

What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? A mountain.

And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.

There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.