Quotes from L. Frank Baum

for experience does not always mean wisdom.

The throne belongs to whoever is able to take it.

wonderful power the Silver Shoes gave her. So the Wicked Witch laughed to herself, and thought, I can still make her my slave, for she does not know how

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?

directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had

You are both rich, my friends, said Ozma, gently; and your riches are the only riches worth having—the riches of content!

A baby has brains, but it doesn't know much. Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge, and the longer you are on earth the more experience you are sure to get.

How about my heart? asked the Tin Woodman. Why, as for that, answered Oz, I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart." That must be a matter of opinion, said the Tin Woodman. For my part, I will bear all the unhappiness without a murmur, if you will give me the heart.

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.

described as a horrible, cruel and remorseless grizzly, whose only business in life is to eat up little girls—shoes, dresses, ribbons and all! And then, the author says, I smack my lips and glory in my wickedness.

the new farmhouse Uncle Henry built after the cyclone had carried away the old one.

a dash to liberty or to death. The

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.

the Cowardly Lion laughed, and said: I have always thought myself very big and terrible; yet such little things as flowers came near to killing me, and such small animals as mice have saved my life. How strange it all is! But

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.

reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad

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.

Tiktok. I can-not help be-ing your in-fer-i-or for I am a mere ma-chine. When I am wound up I do my du-ty by go-ing just as my ma-chin-er-y is made to go. You have no i-de-a how full of ma-chin-er-y I am. I can guess, said the Scarecrow, looking at the machine man curiously. Some day I'd like to take you apart and see just how you are made. Do not do that, I beg of you, said Tiktok; for you could not put me to-geth-er a-gain, and my use-ful-ness would be de-stroyed.

Why didn't the Eskimo keep it? she asked, looking at the Magnet with interest. He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him. Wasn't he sorry then? she inquired. He didn't say, replied the shaggy man

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?

fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations. Yet

Do you think Oz could give me courage? asked the Cowardly Lion.