The Road To The City Of Emeralds

A Little Misery, At Times, Makes One Appreciate Happiness More.

…and The Next Moment All Of Them Were Filled With Wonder. For They Saw, Standing In Just The Spot The Screen Had Hidden, A Little Old Man, With A Bald Head And A Wrinkled Face, Who Seemed To Be As Much Surprised As They Were.

If We Walk Far Enough," Says Dorothy, "we Shall Sometime Come To Someplace.

Unless One Can Think Wisely It Is Better To Remain A Dummy.

He Brought Toys To The Children Because They Were Little And Helpless, And Because He Loved Them.