He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen. Dubliners
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them The Fellowship of the Ring
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat. Never Give In!
You have a mind? —Yes. Well, why not use it? Book IV
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