No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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

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

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.