All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.
The proper study of Man is anything but Man; and the most improper job of any man, even saints (who at any rate were at least unwilling to take it on), is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity.
Not all those who wander are lost.
A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.
Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.
Courage is found in unlikely places.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.
You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.
I dislike Allegory - the conscious and intentional allegory - yet any attempt to explain the purport of myth or fairytale must use allegorical language.
I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them.
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