After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

The war made me poignantly aware of the beauty of the world.

Faithful heart may have froward tongue.

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

The world was fair, the mountains tall In Elder Days before the fall.