I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked. "A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.