Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves.

It's a dangerous business, going out your door.

Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights.' 'No,' said Merry. 'I can't. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in what he calls peace but for them, whether he knows about them or not.

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

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