L 1209:
Thorns, shattered glass, sickness, crying: all day they attack the honied contentment. And neither the tower, nor the walls, nor secret passageways are of much help.
L 1209:
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out. J. R. R. Tolkien
L 1209:
"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face." from 'The Autumnal' by John Donne
