May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!

Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.

Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.

In doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.

And its object is Art not power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.