“End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.”

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. But no living man am I!

I will not walk backward in life.

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

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.

Some kinds of nails, such as those used for defending the soles of coarse shoes, called hobnails, require a particular form of the head, which is made by the stroke of a die.

There will be sex after death, we just won’t be able to feel it.

I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.

If evolution was worth its salt, it should’ve evolved something better than ‘survival of the fittest.’ I think a better idea would be ‘survival of the wittiest.’ At least, that way, creatures that didn’t survive could’ve died laughing.

The beating on the tail of the snake may stop his progress a little, but the more vital parts must be struck before his poisonous death-dealing venom will be wiped out.

Science advances funeral by funeral.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.