it was easier to believe in the Dragon and less easy to believe in Thorin in these wild parts

To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?

For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.

Home is now behind you, the world is ahead!

But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.

I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.