I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.

Much of the same sort of degraded and filthy talk can still be heard among the orc-minded; dreary and repetitive with hatred and contempt, too long removed from good to retain even verbal vigour, save in the ears of those to whom only the squalid sounds strong.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!' Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end, because he began his ownership of the Ring so. With Pity.

If you're going to have a complicated story you must work to a map; otherwise you'll never make a map of it afterwards.

False hopes are more dangerous than fears.

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.