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.

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

Not everyone who wanders is lost.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt.

O! Where are you going With beards all a-wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!