His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: 'I'm coming Mr. Frodo!

In that hour of trial it was the love of his master that helped most to hold him firm; but also deep down in him lived still unconquered his plain hobbit-sense: he knew in the core of his heart that he was not large enough to bear such a burden, even if such visions were not a mere cheat to betray him.

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

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.

The treacherous are ever distrustful.

Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Of Sam)

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.