Many are the strange chances of the world … and help oft shall come from
the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.
Wars are not favourable to delicate pleasures.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
"Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!" he said to himself, and it became a favorite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
If any of the Wise should with this Ring overthrow the Lord of Mordor, using his own arts, he would then set himself on Sauron's throne, and yet another Dark Lord would appear...
The Tree in the Court of the Fountain is still withered and barren. When shall I see a sign that it will ever be otherwise?