A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.

The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads.

'Celtic' is a magic bag, into which anything may be put, and out of which almost anything may come. Anything is possible in the fabulous Celtic twilight, which is not so much a twilight of the gods as of the reason.

Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

Well, you can go on looking forward," said Gandalf. "There may be many unexpected feasts ahead of you.

Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.