Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?" [Bilbo] asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.

But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed, while others reap and sow in his stead.

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

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

It is plain that we were meant to go together.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.