The Hobbit (Middle Earth, #0)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

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Balin and Dwalin

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep,

Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.

Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something

You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.

“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do!

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

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.