Art is the human process that produces by the way (it is not its only or ultimate object) Secondary Belief.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!

That's the only place in all the lands we've ever heard of that we don't want to see any closer; and that's the one place we're trying to get to! And that's just where we can't get, nohow.

Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.

I am a Christian…so that I do not expect ‘history’ to be anything but a ‘long defeat’ — though it contains (and in a legend may contain more clearly and movingly) some samples or glimpses of final victory.

A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain at peace by Bilbo's side in Rivendell filled all his heart. At last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will was using his small voice. "I will take the Ring," he said, "though I do not know the way.