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

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.

I am he that walks unseen.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!

I don't know how to say it, but after last night I feel different. I seem to see ahead, in a kind of way. I know we are going to take a very long road, into darkness; but I know I can't turn back. It isn't right to see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don't rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.