Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

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

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 grows perhaps the greater.

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