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.

If this nice friendliness would spread about in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.

No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing. To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking: Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!