“May the hair on your toes never fall out!”

A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.

All’s well that ends better.

Don’t go where I can’t follow!

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

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

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to

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.

Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.

I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

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

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air, I am he that walks unseen.

There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.

Fantasy love is much better than Reality Love.

Individual success is a myth. No one succeeds all by herself.

The atheist, by merely being in touch with reality, appears shamefully out of touch with the fantasy life of his neighbors.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

In the long run I certainly hope information is the cure for fanaticism, but I am afraid information is more the cause than the cure.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

I definitely write about a lot of dreamy, surreal stuff. I do end up going to a surreal world with my music, but I also like the idea of there being really real stuff as well.

Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.