All that is gold does not glitter.
You aren’t nearly through this adventure yet.
American English is essentially English after having been wiped off with a dirty sponge.
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament...
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.
Speak politely to an enraged dragon.
Handsome is as handsome does.
Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road, but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it. That leadeth to tyranny, which disfigureth good and maketh it seem hateful.
The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination.
It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.
A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.
Frodo: Go back, Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!
And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.
May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
You may not like my burglar, but please don’t damage him.
I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.
It’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.