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.

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

Farewell! I go to find the Sun!

Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness. ... Evil things did not come into the secret valley of Rivendell.

Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.

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