Of all the things that men may heed 'Tis most of love they sing indeed..

You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have..

It was at this point that Bilbo stopped. Going on from there was the bravest thing he ever did. The tremendous things that happened afterward were as….

But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end.' 'Yes, we do,' said Pippin sadly. 'The story seems to be going on, ….

Tall ships and tall kings Three times three, What brought they from the foundered land Over the flowing sea? Seven stars and seven stones And one whi….

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread..

And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that wa….

Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or ….

Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes. Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from….

The doom lies in yourself, not in your name..

Faithful heart may have froward tongue..

I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone ov….

True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one..

The one small garden of a free gardener was all his need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to ….

And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I wo….

Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf..

I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about..

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, ….

All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others..

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world..

The world is not in your books and maps, it's out there..