Not all that have fallen are vanquished.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.
I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Chip the glasses and crack the plates! / Blunt the knives and bend the forks! / That's what Bilbo Baggins hates.