Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.

It may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

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 reached by the frost.