All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

— Bilbo Baggins

Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.

— Boromir

And yet there lie in his hoards many records that few even of the lore-masters now can read, for their scripts and tongues have become dark to later men.

— Gandalf