He is my dog, Toto," answered Dorothy. "Is he made of tin, or stuffed?" asked the Lion. "Neither. He's a-- a-- a meat dog," said the girl.

Oh, if Shakespeare says it, that's all right.

Familiarity with any great thing removes our awe of it.

It is such an uncomfortable feeling to know one is a fool.

It isn't what we are, but what folks think we are, that counts in this world.

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.

Nobody gets in to see the wizard. Not nobody.