The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot
Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.
Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.
Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.
It's a dangerous business going out your front door.
I wish life was not so short,' he thought. 'Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.
All that is gold does not glitter not all those that wander are lost.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
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.
Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to.
It's a job that's never started that takes the longest to finish.
Not all who wander are lost.
Wars are not favourable to delicate pleasures.
It's a gift! He said. He was referring to his art, and also to the result; but he was using the word quite literally.
My advice to all who have the time or inclination to concern themselves with the international language movement would be: 'Back Esperanto loyally.