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.

During the year I stood there I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth.

No, indeed; I don't know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all.

As a matter of fact, we are none of us above criticism; so let us bear with each other's faults.

No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.

To 'know Thyself' is considered quite an accomplishment.

But you will admit that it's a good thing to be alive.