When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination - not the small reach of their courage or latent power.

Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master.

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.

Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy. Now I have taken my worst wound in this parting, even if I were to go this night straight to the Dark Lord. Alas for Gimli son of Glóin!

Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!