I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.
Short cuts make long delays.
Fair speech may hide a foul heart.
Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.
There is no ship now that can bear me hence
To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!