I have learned to regard fame as a will-o-wisp.
Some of my youthful readers are developing wonderful imaginations. This pleases me.
The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.
It seems unfortunate that strong people are usually so disagreeable and overbearing that no one cares for them. In fact, to be different from your fellow creatures is always a misfortune.
If you only have brains on your head you would be as good a man as any of them, and a better man than some of them. Brains are the only things worth having in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a man.
Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City.
It’s so kind of you to want to visit me in my loneliness. – The Wicked Witch of the West. Now I know I have a heart, because it’s breaking. – The Tin Woodsman Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Mortals seldom know how greatly they are influenced by fairies, knooks and ryls, who often put thoughts into their heads that only the wise little immortals could have conceived.
To be angry once in a while is really good fun, because it makes others so miserable. But to be angry morning, noon and night, as I am, grows monotonous and prevents my gaining any other pleasure in life.
Lions and tigers, and bears, oh my! – Dorothy in Wizard of Oz.
Oh, if Shakespeare says it, that’s all right.
Everything in life is unusual until you get accustomed to it -The Scarecrow – The Marvellous Land Of Oz by L. Frank Baum pg 103 chapter 13.
If we didn’t want anything, we would never get anything, good or bad. I think our longings are natural, and if we act as nature prompts us we can’t go far wrong.
No Queen with a frozen heart is fit to rule any country.
Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he had done his best. So she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man, even if he was a bad Wizard.
It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.
One can be ugly in looks, but lovely in disposition.
Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody.
To ‘know Thyself’ is considered quite an accomplishment.