Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.

A sister they had, Galadriel, most beautiful of all the house of Finwë; her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin.

It [discovering Finnish] was like discovering a wine-cellar filled with bottles of amazing wine of a kind and flavour never tasted before. It quite intoxicated me.

But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.

The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.

If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!