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?" A great Shadow has departed," said Gandalf, and then he laughed and the sound was like music, or like water in a parched land; and as he listened the thought came to Sam that he had not heard laughter, the pure sound of merriment, for days upon days without count.

The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.

If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.

Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!

It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.

Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.