Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.

Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

What does your heart tell you?

Valour needs first strength, then a weapon.

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

Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?

These folk are hewers of trees and hunters of beasts; therefore we are their unfriends, and if they will not depart we shall afflict them in all ways that we can." -- The Silmarllion, JRR Tolkien