--- J.R.R. Tolkein, The Fellowship of the Ring
Excerpt from goodreads:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
(This kind of sentiment makes me rebellious. Sure, not all those who wander are lost -- but many of us are lost. Most of the crownless die crownless.)
