Give with a free hand, but give only of your own.

Short cuts make long delays.

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out...

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you yourself keep it....

Are you in pain, Frodo?’ said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo’s side. ‘Well, yes I am,’ said Frodo. ‘It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on...

Los caminos siguen avanzando,sobre rocas y bajo árboles,por cuevas donde el sol no brilla,por arroyos que el mar no encuentran,sobre las nieves que el invierno siembra,y entre las flores alegres de junio,sobre la hierba y...

In the deep places he gives thought to music great and terrible; and the echo of that music runs through all the veins of the world in sorrow and in joy; for if joyful is...

It [discovering Finnish] was like discovering a wine-cellar filled with bottles of amazing wine of a kind and flavour never tasted before. It quite intoxicated me.

Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man’s heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.

They took a deep draught of the air, and felt that a skip and a few stout strides would bear them wherever they wished.

those who will defend authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel.

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,...

But I spoke hastily. We must not be hasty. I have become too hot. I must cool myself and think; for it is easier to shout stop! than to do it.

”´But that ‘ s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually – their paths...

It’s wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

Sleep! I feel the need of it. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!

Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

Oh! That was poetry!” said Pippin. “Do you really mean to start before the break of day?

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a Shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the...

On ne peut la voir, on ne peut la sentir,On ne peut l’entendre, on ne peut la respirer.Elle s’étend derrière les étoiles et sous les collines.Elle remplit les trous vides.Elle vient d’abord et suit après.Elle...

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.

In account after account of exorcisms the demonic voices will propound nihilism of one variety or another.

What shall we do, what shall we do! Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves is like out of the frying pan and into the fire!

Yes” Said Gandalf; “for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of out fellowship in...

The chief purpose of life, for any of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks.

A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.

If a ragnar ”¶k would burn all the slums and gas-works, and shabby garages, and long arc-lit suburbs, it could for me burn all the works of art and I’d go back to trees..

The Road goes ever on and onOut from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,Let others follow it who can!Let them a journey new begin,But I at last with weary feetWill...

He wondered what the mans name was and where he came from; and if he was really evil at heart, or what lies or threats had lead him on the long march from his home;...

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 with grief, it...

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.West, west away, the round sun is falling, Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them...

Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.

Non tocca a noi dominare tutte le maree del mondo; il nostro compito è di fare il possibile per la salvezza degli anni nei quali viviamo, sradicando il male dai campi che conosciamo, al fine...

Grief is a hone to a hard mind.

I may be a burglar…but I’m an honest one, I hope, more or less.

Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear; nor are they one thing among Elves and Dwarves, and another among Men. It is a man’s part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood...

Touching your cap to the squire may be damn bad for the squire, but it’s damn good for you.

Studies [on the origin of fairy-stories] are, however, scientific (at least in intent); they are the pursuit of folklorists or anthropologists: that is of people using the stories not as they were meant to be...

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

These folk are hewers of trees and hunters of beasts; therefore we are their unfriends, and if they will not depart we shall afflict them in all ways that we can.

Last of all Hurin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until...

hope is not victory

A fool, but an honest fool, you remain, Peregrin Took. Wiser ones migth have done worse in such a pass. But mark this! You have been saved, and all your friends too, mainly by good...

The treacherous are ever distrustful.

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s risingI came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing.To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo.Sam looked at him unhappily. ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick with you through...

All this last day Frodo had not spoken, but had walked half-bowed, often stumbling, as if his eyes no longer saw the way before his feet. Sam guessed that among all their pains he bore...