Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Of Sam).

Great heart will not be denied..

History often resembles myth, because they are both ultimately of the same stuff..

It was just as the 1914 War burst on me that I made the discovery that 'legends' depend on the language to which they belong; but a living language d….

Mercy!" cried Gandalf. "If the giving of knowledge is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you.….

Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braide….

O! Where are you going With beards all a-wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in Jun….

Don't the great tales never end?" "No, they never end as tales," said Frodo. "But the people in them come, and go when their part's ended. Our part w….

Clap! Snap! the black crack! Grip, grab! Pinch, nab! And down down to Goblin-town You go, my lad! Clash, crash! Crush, smash! Hammer and tongs! Knock….

I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory..

And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. Hi….

Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king..

I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind," said Sam. "And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart..

Then Aragorn was abashed, for he saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days; yet from that hour he loved Arwen Undómiel daughter of ….

Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story..

Supernatural is a dangerous and difficult word in any of its senses, looser or stricter. But to fairies it can hardly be applied, unless super is tak….

Now when Túrin learnt from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for your rescue and sake-keepin….

All shall love me and despair..

For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it..

I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day..

What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!' Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike….