Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in hid eyrie at night!

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 world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, For none now live who remember it.

I wished to be loved by another. But I desire no man's pity.

There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming.

There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.