I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well.

Help means ruin and saving means slaying.

Then Elrond and Galadriel rode on; for the Third Age was over and the Days of the Rings were passed and an end was come of the story and song of those times.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Nay! Alas for us all! And for all that walk in the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you blessed [...] for your loss you suffer of your own free will, and you might have chosen otherwise. But you have not forsaken your companions, and the least reward that you shall have is that the memory of Lothlórien shall remain ever clear and unstained in your heart, and shall neither fade nor grow stale.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

True education is a kind of never-ending story . . .