The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.

The praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!

For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.

Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Of Sam)

Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament....There you will find romance, glory, honor, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth, and more than that: death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, that every man's heart desires