You may not like my burglar, but please don't damage him.

It is no bad thing celebrating a simple life.

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

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

I've always been impressed that we are here, surviving, because of the indomitable courage of quite small people against impossible odds.

It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack.

It was at this point that Bilbo stopped. Going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. The tremendous things that happened afterward were as nothing compared to it. He fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.