The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it.
But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?” “I.
Scoundrel? We do not call Senhor Valcour that. He is faithful to the Emperor, who employs him. Shall we, who are unfaithful, blame him for his fidelity?
You’ll be sorry for treating me this way,” whined the Wheeler. “I’m a terribly fierce person.
People who are always understood are very common. You are sure to respect those you can’t understand, for you feel that perhaps they know more than you do.
The Emerald City has been ruled by men long enough.
The women of the world will dominate politics, some day, and you mustn’t be too old-fashioned in your notions to join the procession of progress.
Dorothy looked at him curiously. His head was quite bulged out at the top with brains. “How do you feel?” she asked. “I feel wise indeed,” he answered earnestly. “When I get used to my brains I shall know everything.” “Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?” asked the Tin Woodman. “That is proof that he is sharp,” remarked the Lion.
Are you so very hungry?” asked Dorothy, in wonder. “You can hardly imagine the size of my appetite,” replied the Tiger, sadly. “It seems to fill my whole body, from the end of my throat to the tip of my tail. I am very sure the appetite doesn’t fit me, and is too large for the size of my body. Some day, when I meet a dentist with a pair of forceps, I’m going to have it pulled.” “What, your tooth?” asked Dorothy. “No, my appetite,” said the Hungry Tiger.
I think you are a very good tiger,” said Dorothy, patting the huge head of the beast. “In that you are mistaken,” was the reply. “I am a good beast, perhaps, but a disgracefully bad tiger. For it is the nature of tigers to be cruel and ferocious, and in refusing to eat harmless living creatures I am acting as no good tiger has ever before acted. That is why I left the forest and joined my friend the Cowardly Lion.
There were no fences at all by the roadside now, and the land was rough and untilled. Toward evening they came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and close together that their branches met over the road of yellow brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the branches shut out the daylight; but the travelers did not stop, and went on into the forest.
He sent for the Long-Eared Hearer and asked him to listen carefully and report what was going on in the big world. “It seems,” said the Hearer, after listening for awhile, “that the women in America have clubs.” “Are there spikes in them?” asked Ruggedo, yawning. “I cannot hear any spikes, Your Majesty,” was the reply. “Then their clubs are not as good as my sceptre. What else do you hear?′ “There’s a war. “Bah! there’s always a war. What else?
Do you think Oz could give me courage?” asked the Cowardly Lion.
It wouldn’t matter,” remarked the educated Woggle-Bug. “he can’t get broke so long as he is stuffed with money.
Roads,” observed the shaggy man, “don’t go anywhere. They stay in one place, so folks can walk on them.
Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.
Fortunately money is not known in the Land of Oz at all. We have no rich, and no poor; for what one wishes the others all try to give him, in order to make him happy, and no one in all Oz cares to have more than he can use.
Now, that is very interesting history,” said Jack, well pleased; “and I understand it perfectly all but the explanation.
But how about my courage?” asked the Lion anxiously. “You have plenty of courage, I am sure,” answered Oz. “All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The True courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.” “Perhaps.
Please take General Crinkle to the torture chamber. There you will kindly slice him into thin slices. Afterward you may feed him to the seven-headed dogs.