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

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.

To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face

That is the purpose for which you are called hither. Called, is say, though I have not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and are here met, in this very nick of time, by chance as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the world.

There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made.

The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.