It may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly.

A King will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom.

Is there any pleasure on earth as great as the circle of Christian friends by a good fire?

It's wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

"Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, Brood of Morgoth, or Bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread, nor danger, not doom Itself shall defend him from Feanor and Feanor's kin whoso hideth or hordeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth, or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: Death we will deal him ere day's ending. Woe unto the world's end! Our words hesar thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountian hear in witness and our vow remember Manwe and Varda!