I've married a man who owns nine cows," said Jinjur to Ozma, "and now I am happy and contented and willing to lead a quiet life and mind my own business." "Where is your husband?" asked Ozma. "He is in the house, nursing a black eye," replied Jinjur, calmly. "The foolish man would insist upon milking the red cow when I wanted him to milk the white one; but he will know better next time, I am sure.

I'll miss you most of all scarecrow.

My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City.

Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.

“And I,” declared the SawHorse, filling in an awkward pause, “am only remarkable because I can't help it.”

I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid.

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.