I don't like allegories.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them.

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!