The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.

True education is a kind of never-ending story . . .

Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!" “But no living man am I!

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

False hopes are more dangerous than fears.

In this Music [the singing of the angels in harmony] the World was begun; for Iluvatar made visible the song of the Ainur,and they beheld it as a light in the darkness.

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