“O! Where are you goingWith beards all a-wagging?No knowing, no knowingWhat brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!”

“Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.”

“Sólo un amigo ha de censurar la locura del amigo.”

“Surely you don’t disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!”

“Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by.”

“It is less easy to find people in the woods and fields.And if you are supposed to be on the road,there is some chance that you will be looked for on the road and not off it."-Frodo Baggins”

“You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.”