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.
Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.
Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves.
All my own small perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded.
There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.
No language is justly studied merely as an aid to other purposes. It will in fact better serve other purposes, philological or historical, when it is studied for love, for itself.