All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not wrecked by the frost.
J. R. R. TOLKIENAll that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not wrecked by the frost.
J. R. R. TOLKIENMay the hair on your toes never fall out!
J. R. R. TOLKIENThen 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!
J. R. R. TOLKIENEven the smallest person can change the course of the future
J. R. R. TOLKIENHe that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.
J. R. R. TOLKIENA hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
J. R. R. TOLKIENIt’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.
J. R. R. TOLKIENSorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!
J. R. R. TOLKIENWhat does your heart tell you?
J. R. R. TOLKIENPay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
J. R. R. TOLKIENThe world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
J. R. R. TOLKIENThe wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
J. R. R. TOLKIENSo comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
J. R. R. TOLKIENWhat a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!’
J. R. R. TOLKIENI am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’
J. R. R. TOLKIENSome 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.
J. R. R. TOLKIEN