The treacherous are ever distrustful.

Where did you go to, if I may ask?' said Thorin to Gandalf as they rode along. To look ahead,' said he. And what brought you back in the nick of time?' Looking behind,' said he.

Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.

His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.

Aure entuluva! day shall come again!

Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!