I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

I wisely started with a map.

Life is rather above the measure of us all (save for a very few perhaps). We all need literature that is above our measure--though we may not have sufficient energy for it all the time.

We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!

Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.

Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.