"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

^{“Quite frankly, Your Majesty, neither have I.” Said the little one, standing quite bemusedly in the midst of the frolicking creatures, his pipe to his lips.} 

^{“I don’t suppose you’d mind helping a fellow out with them? I think with my respectable size that I’d be limited to only carrying one or two. I’d hate to leave the littler folk to themselves.” Frodo’s knowledge of Kings had almost entirely come from Aragorn. Aragorn was the epitome of humility, unafraid to sully his hands and remained ever gracious, ever willing to help. The softness of the King above him drew one thread between the two — surely he would help him!}

^{“Would you mind terribly, Richard-King?”}