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

I look East, West, North, South, and I do not see Sauron; but I see that Saruman has many descendants. We Hobbits have against them no magic weapons. Yet, my gentlehobbits, I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

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

All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.

Gandalf, dwarves and Mr. Baggins! We are met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit—may the hair on his toes never fall out!