There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J. R. R.

Yet such is off the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere. J. R.

 

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn. J.R.R.

 

The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. J. R. R.

The board is set; the pieces are moving. We come to it at last...
The great battle of our time. J. R. R.

 

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair; and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. J.R.R.

 

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

 

Little by little, one travels far. J. R. R.

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure. J. R. R.

 

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. J. R. R.