The heart in my body--when I had a body--might have loved someone, for all I know, but a head isn't made to love; it's made to think." "Oh; do you think, then ?" "I used to think." "You must have been shut up in this cupboard for years and years.

What have you thought about, in all that time ?" "Nothing.

That's another foolish question.

A little reflection will convince you that I have had nothing to think about, except the boards on the inside of the cupboard door, and it didn't take me long to think of everything about those boards that could be thought of.

Then, of course, I quit thinking." "And are you happy ?" "Happy?
What's that ?" "Don't you know what happiness is ?" inquired the Tin Woodman.
"I haven't the faintest idea whether it's round or square, or black or white, or what it is.