The Hobbit

by J.R.R. Tolkien

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,” read Elrond, “and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.”

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something (or so Thorin said to the young dwarves). You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,”

description—the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.

‘Every worm has his weak spot,’ as my father used to say,

“’While there’s life there’s hope!’

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!” “Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing,