“Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.”

“With the Smithies, it was different. There was sometimes no telling where one of them began and the others left off.”

“If friendship were a matter of bookkeeping -- so much joy in one column, so much sorrow in the other -- everything would cancel out and you would, it seems, be left with nothing. Yet there must be another factor in the equation, for somehow the joy outweighs the sorrow.”

“Joy and sorrow are inseparable, together they came and where one sits alone with you at the board remember that the other is asleep upon your bed”

“He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring! The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing points, he writhed, tormented. Suddenly he was aware of himself again. Frodo, neither the Voice nor the Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant in which to do so. He took the Ring off his finger.”

“He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity; ”