We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.

Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!

Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!" he said to himself, and it became a favourite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb. "You aren't nearly through this adventure yet," he added, and that was pretty true as well.

Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

After some while Bilbo became impatient. "Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think by the noise you are making.

And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.