In this Music [the singing of the angels in harmony] the World was begun; for Iluvatar made visible the song of the Ainur,and they beheld it as a light in the darkness.

Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!

Some sang too that Thror and Thrain would come back one day and gold would flow in rivers, through the mountain-gates, and all that land would be filled with new song and new laughter. But this pleasant legend did not much affect their daily business.

History often resembles myth, because they are both ultimately of the same stuff.

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

There cannot be any 'story' without a fall - all stories are ultimately about the fall - at least not for human minds as we know them and have them.

Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.