What does your heart tell you?

Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!

He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.

Sleep! I feel the need of it, as never I thought any dwarf could , riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

I wisely started with a map.

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.