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

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..

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

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. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.