“The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!”

“Hallows, not Horcruxes.”

“Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it.”

“Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.”

“Nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts.”

“He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.”

“Why can’t I drink the potion instead?” asked Harry desperately.“Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable,” said Dumbledore.”