Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!

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.

Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them

Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.

A story must be told or there'll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving.

The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.