I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate. . . If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.

Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you. ~Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)

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.

All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.