I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.
Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road, but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it. That leadeth to tyranny, which disfigureth good and maketh it seem hateful.