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

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

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

The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there in peace. War will make corpses of us all.

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

If only that dratted wizard would leave young Frodo alone, perhaps he'll settle down and grow some hobbit-sense,' they said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone, and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticable.

Venice seemed incredibly lovely, elvishly lovely--to me like a dream of Old Gondor, or Pelargir of the Numenorean Ships, before the return of the Shadow.