Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. 'What has it got in its pocketses?'

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

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!

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.