L. Frank Baum
L. Frank Baum
Lyman Frank Baum, better known by his pen name L. Frank Baum, was an American author chiefly known for his children's books, particularly The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. He wrote thirteen novel sequels, nine other fantasy novels, and a host of other works, and made numerous attempts to bring his works to the stage and screen. His works anticipated such century-later commonplaces as television, augmented reality, laptop computers, wireless telephones, women in high risk, action-heavy occupations, and the ubiquity of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth15 May 1856
CountryUnited States of America
L. Frank Baum quotes about
I have learned to regard fame as a will-o-wisp.
In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child,
Beautiful things may be admired, if not loved,
Flowers are beautiful, for instance, but we are not inclined to marry them. Duty, on the contrary, is a bugle call to action, whether you are inclined to act, or not. In this case, I obey the bugle call of duty.
I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid.
Demons may be either good or bad, like any other class of beings.
Familiarity with any great thing removes our awe of it. The great general is only terrible to the enemy; the great poet is frequently scolded by his wife; the children of the great statesman clamber about his knees with perfect trust and impunity; the great actor who is called before the curtain by admiring audiences is often waylaid at the stage door by his creditors.
When I was young I longed to write a great novel that should win me fame. Now that I am getting old my first book is written to amuse children
The Tin Woodman knew very well he had no heart, and therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anything.
The proud spirit of the original owners of these vast prairies inherited through centuries of fierce and bloody wars for their possession, lingered last in the bosom of Sitting Bull. With his fall the nobility of the Redskin is extinguished, and what few are left are a pack of whining curs who lick the hand that smites them.
The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.
"It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh," said the Scarecrow thoughtfully, "for you must sleep, and eat and drink. However, you have brains, and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly."
Familiarity with any great thing removes our awe of it.
Unless one can think wisely it is better to remain a dummy.