"Children are meant to grow up, and not to become Peter Pans. Not to lose innocence and wonder, but to proceed on the appointed journey: that journey upon which it is certainly not better to travel hopefully than to arrive, though we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive."

"There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet."

"Have patience. Go where you must go, and hope!"

"Still we shall have to try,' said Frodo. 'It's no worse than I expected. I never hoped to get across. I can't see any hope of it now. But I've still got to do the best I can."

"The dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise."

"Horns, horns, horns. Great horns of the north blowing wildly. Rohan had come at last."

"In western lands beneath the Sunthe flowers may rise in Spring,the trees may bud, the waters run,the merry finches sing.Or there maybe 'tis cloudless nightand swaying beeches bearthe Elven-stars as jewels whiteamid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I liein darkness buried deep,beyond all towers strong and high,beyond all mountains steep,above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,nor bid the Stars farewell."

"You have chosen the Evening; but my love is given to the Morning."

"Yet hope there is still, if we can but stand unconquerable for a little while."

"Maybe,' said Sam; 'but where there's life there's hope, as my gaffer used to say; and need of of vittles, as he mostways used to add. You have a bite, Mr. Frodo, and then a bit of sleep."