My own dear mother was a martyr indeed, and it is not to everybody that God grants so easy a way to his great gifts as he did to Hilary and myself, giving us a mother who killed herself with labour and trouble to ensure us keeping the faith.
Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.
What course am I to take?" "Towards danger; but not too rashly, nor too straight.
False hopes are more dangerous than fears.
He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.
We must do without hope.