Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Fairy tale does not deny the existence of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance. It denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat...giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy; Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.

"That's done it!" said Sam. "Now I've rung the front-door bell!"

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

I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.

I will take the Ring", he said, "though I do not know the way.

The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf!