The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face

And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters.

If you're going to have a complicated story you must work to a map; otherwise you'll never make a map of it afterwards.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

Goodbye, master, my dear! Forgive your Sam. He'll come back to this spot when the job's done - if he manages it. And then he'll not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you! And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish to come back and find you again. Good bye!