Where did you go to, if I may ask?' said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along. To look ahead,' said he. And what brought you back in the nick of time?' Looking behind,' said he.

It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.

And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

The Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story — and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy which produces tears because it is qualitatively so like sorrow, because it comes from those places where Joy and Sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in Love.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.