Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.

A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

There are other men, and other lives, and time still to be.

My 'Sam Gamgee' is indeed a reflexion of the English soldier, of the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognised as so far superior to myself.

Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, We'll wander back and home to bed. Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade! Away shall fade!

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

I do not believe this darkness will endure.