No language is justly studied merely as an aid to other purposes. It will in fact better serve other purposes, philological or historical, when it is studied for love, for itself.

Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Éowyn!

Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!

For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.

For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.

The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.

The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed.