N-nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a dark lord, and something about the end of the world, but please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anything... unnatural.

The wide world is all about you; you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.

The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.

It is the job that is never started that takes longest to finish.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the darkness fall.