If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. TOLKIENMay it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
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Where there’s life there’s hope, and need of vittles.
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Not all those who wander are lost.
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I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.
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Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
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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.
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I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
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I will not walk backward in life.
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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.
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There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
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He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.
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All’s well that ends better.
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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.
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Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
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The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.
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