This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected..

If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling, at others' asking, then you have pity and honour from me. And I marvel at you: to keep it hid and not ….

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I….

Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there ma….

Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!.

Every writer making a secondary world wishes in some measure to be a real maker, or hopes that he is drawing on reality: hopes that the peculiar qual….

I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well..

On their deathbed men will speak true, they say..

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things..

There cannot be any 'story' without a fall - all stories are ultimately about the fall - at least not for human minds as we know them and have them..

What punishments of God are not gifts?.

Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, An….

Better mistrust undeserved than rash words..

Don't dip your beard in the foam, Father!" They cried to Thorin. "It is long enough without watering it!.

Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move ….

The washing-up was so dismally real that Bilbo was forced to believe the party of the night before had not been part of his bad dreams, as he had rat….

The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened..

I'd got hobbits on my hands hadn't I?.

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!.

Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides th….

Rover did not know in the least where the moon's path led to, and at present he was much too frightened and excited to ask, and anyway he was beginni….