Farewell! O Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

The burned hand teaches best.

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

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?

I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.