He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.

And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.

All that is gold does not glitter.

If we all got angry together something might be done.

We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon our knees.

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.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar," said the dragon.