The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.
Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.
Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.
Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!
No, my heart will not yet despair. Gandalf fell and has returned and is with us. We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon our knees.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!