Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages.

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

Faithful heart may have froward tongue.

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war)

Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.