Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think?
It isn't what we are, but what folks think we are, that counts in this world.
A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more.
If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with!
I'll miss you most of all scarecrow.
The Scarecrow watched the Woodman while he worked and said to him "I cannot think why this wall is here nor what it is made of." "Rest you brains and do not worry about the wall," replied the Woodman, "when we have climbed over it we shall know what is on the other side.