Occupation: Writer Birth: January 3, 1892 Death: September 2, 1973
The dragon is withered, His bones are now crumbled; His armour is shivered, His splendour is humbled! Though sword shall be rusted, And throne and cr….
A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be s….
There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk li….
I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart say….
Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!.
Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!.
Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. 'If I understand aright all that I h….
I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence..
If your first Christmas tree is a wilting eucalyptus and if you're normally troubled by heat and sand... then, to have just at the age when imaginati….
It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond..
Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me..
Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you..
Then Elrond and Galadriel rode on; for the Third Age was over and the Days of the Rings were passed and an end was come of the story and song of thos….
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing. To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking: Now for w….
Over hill and under hill.
People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!.
Never laugh at live dragons..
It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them..
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 e….
The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn..
I'm a Roman Catholic! A devout Roman Catholic..