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.

You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil.

His face was sad and stern because of the doom that was laid on him, and yet hope dwelt ever in the depths of his heart, from which mirth would arise at times like a spring from a rock.

I'm going on an adventure!

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.