“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.”

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.

Congress may carry on the most wicked and pernicious of schemes under the dark veil of secrecy. The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure, when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger, wealth in poverty, light in darkness, succor in abandonment.

I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.