In memory of...

"Here is set 'G' for Galadriel," she said, placing the box in Sam's shaking hands. "But also it may stand for 'garden' in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing, as Galadriel has still to bestow on it. It will not keep you on your road, nor defend you against any peril: but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you. Though should you find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-Earth that will blossom like your garden, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off L?rien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our spring and our summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again, save in memory."

"In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the spring..."

"It may be that I can unlock my jewels, but never again shall I make their like; and if I must break them, I shall break my heart"

"...But maybe when the One has gone, the Three will fail, and many fair things will fade and be forgotten. That is my belief."

A means to an end

You can't be insincere as well as passionate. When you're doing something out of passion, there is no success, but most importantly, no failure.

Why be sincere if you're anyway going to have success based on the end? Why be sincere, when insincere means get you there easier? Why take the trouble if there's an easy way?