| J. R. R. TOLKEIN |
| All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander is lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost. From ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crown-less again shall be king. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the wise cannot see all ends. [Gandalf, The Hobbit] The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is mluch that is fair, and though in all lands love is mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. [Fellowship of the Ring] |