You sit in these halls with a crown upon your head, and yet you are less of a man than you have ever been.

There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

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

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.