J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

"Pippin glanced in some wonder at the face now close beside his own, for the sound of that laugh had been gay and merry. Yet in the wizard's face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow; though as he looked more intently he perceived that under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth."

"To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying. West, west away, the round sun is falling, Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling, The voices of my people that have gone before me? I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;For our days are ending and our years failing. I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing. Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!"

"Don't trust your head, Samwise, it is not the best part of you."

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

"Roads Go Ever On Roads go ever ever on,Over rock and under tree,By caves where never sun has shone,By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,And through the merry flowers of June,Over grass and over stone,And under mountains in the moon. Roads go ever ever on,Under cloud and under star. Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen,And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green,And trees and hills they long have known. 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. 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 weary feet,Until it joins some larger way,Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone. Let others follow, if they can!Let them a journey new begin. But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn,My evening-rest and sleep to meet."