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

A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin.

Every writer making a secondary world wishes in some measure to be a real maker, or hopes that he is drawing on reality: hopes that the peculiar quality of this secondary world (if not all the details) are derived from Reality, or are flowing into it.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

I will not walk backward in life.