“The hasty stroke oft goes astray.”

“Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.”

“Oft it may be chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were heedful for the wise to know.”

“But I spoke hastily. We must not be hasty. I have become too hot. I must cool myself and think; for it is easier to shout stop! than to do it.”

“Many are the strange chances of the world,' said Mithrandir, 'and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.”

“He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.”

“Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gateAnd though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when IShall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.”