âAll that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost.â
âAll we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.â
âIf more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.â
âThere is some good in this world, and itâs worth fighting for.â
âFaithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.â
âThe 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.â
âDeserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.â
âI will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.â
âDo 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?â
âI am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things.â
âCourage is found in unlikely places.â
âItâs the job thatâs never started as takes longest to finish.â
âMay it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.â
âMoonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.â
âA man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it.â
âI warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.â
âIn this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.â
âIt is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.â
âThe world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.â
âIf by my life or death I can protect you, I will. â
âI feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.â
âIt is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.â
âYou have nice manners for a thief and a liar.â
âIt is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.â
âYes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things youâve done since you left home.â
âPay 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.â
âIt is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.â
âI wished to be loved by another, but I desire no manâs pity.â
âThe whole thing is quite hopeless, so itâs no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably wonât come.â
âSorry! I donât want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!â
âHow do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.â
âA red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.â
âDonât go where I canât follow.â
âI may be a burglarâŠbut Iâm an honest one, I hope, more or less.â
âFor victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it.â
âI have passed through fire and deep water, since we parted. I have forgotten much that I thought I knew, and learned again much that I had forgotten.â
âWhy must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.â
âIf you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of somethingâ
âThereâs some good in this world, and itâs worth fighting for.â
âOn their deathbed men will speak true, they say.â