Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.

I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.' I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!

I will not walk backward in life.