Well, you can go on looking forward," said Gandalf. "There may be many unexpected feasts ahead of you.

You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil.

I'm a Roman Catholic! A devout Roman Catholic.

Fare well we call to hearth and hall Though wind may blow and rain may fall We must away ere break of day Over the wood and mountain tall To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell Through moor and waste we ride in haste And wither then we cannot tell With foes ahead behind us dread Beneath the sky shall be our bed Until at last our toil be sped Our journey done, our errand sped We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

grows like a seed in the dark out of the leaf-mould of the mind: out of all that has been seen or thought or read, that has long ago been forgotten, descending into the deeps.