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

For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it.

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.

The way is shut. Then they halted and looked at him and saw that he lived still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.