Quotes from L. Frank Baum

This is all true," said Dorothy, "and I am glad I was of use to these good friends. But now that each of them has had what he most desired, and each is happy in having a kingdom to rule besides, I think I should like to go back to Kansas.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

All your troubles are due to those 'ifs', declared the Wizard.

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.

Nonsense! said the Emperor—but in a kindly, sympathetic tone. Do not, I beg of you, dampen today's sun with the showers of tomorrow. For before your head has time to spoil you can have it canned, and in that way it may be preserved indefinitely.

Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City.

I've learned from long experience that every road leads somewhere, or there wouldn't be any road; so it's likely that if we travel long enough, my dear, we will come to some place or another in the end. What place it will be we can't even guess at this moment, but we're sure to find out when we get there.

In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us. Who

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home. The

For a generous deed lives longer than a great battle or a king's decree of a scholar's essay, because it spreads and leaves its mark on all nature and endures through many generations.

it's foolish to borrow trouble.

The more one knows, the luckier he is, for knowledge is the greatest gift in life.

Yet every man has his mission, which is to leave the world better, in some way, than he found it.

If you desire it, promised the Tin Woodman, leaning back in his tin throne and crossing his tin legs. I haven't related my history in a long while, because everyone here knows it nearly as well as I do. But you, being a stranger, are no doubt curious to learn how I became so beautiful and prosperous, so I will recite for your benefit my strange adventures.

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.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.

The beauty of life is its sudden changes. No one knows what is going to happen next, and so we are constantly being surprised and entertained.

The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.

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

Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?' demanded the Woggle-Bug. 'It's a trial of one kitten,' replied the Scarecrow; 'but your manner is a trial to us all.

It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh,' said the Scarecrow thoughtfully, 'for you must sleep, and eat, and drink. However, you have brains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly.

A Glass Cat! exclaimed Ojo, astonished. Yes; she makes a very pleasant companion, but admires herself a little more than is considered modest, and she positively refuses to catch mice, explained Margolotte. My husband made the cat some pink brains, but they proved to be too high-bred and particular for a cat, so she thinks it is undignified in her to catch mice. Also she has a pretty blood-red heart, but it is made of stone—a ruby, I think—and so is rather hard and unfeeling.

We live in an age of progress, announced Professor Wogglebug, pompously. It is easier to swallow knowledge than to acquire it laboriously from books. Is it not so, my friends? Some

Is it a toy? asked Button-Bright softly. No, dear, answered Dorothy; it's better than that. It's the fairy dwelling of a fairy prince.