Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.

And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.