the lord of the rings

    Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to ang er.

    Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

    His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-te lling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.

    The Hobbit

    All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all who wander are lost.
    The old that is strong does not whither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
    From ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows will spring.
    Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
    The crownless again will be king.

    - The Fellowship of the Ring, 1954

    I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

    I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

    The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled wi th grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

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

    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 judgment. For even the v ery wise cannot see all ends.

    It's a dangerous business going out your front door.

    - The Fellowship of the Ring

    It's a job that's never started that takes the longest to finish.

    Little by little, one travels far.

    Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.

    - The Lord Of the Rings, Book Four, Chapter One

    Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to.

    - Letter to Michael Tolkien, March 1941