Wisdom isn't an old guy on top of a mountain in a loin cloth. It isn't an answer. It's a question.

Avoid people who say they know the answer. Keep the company of people who are trying to understand the question.

Scottish-Americans tell you that if you want to identify tartans, it's easy - you simply look under the kilt, and if it's a quarter-pounder, you know it's a McDonald's.

In Mexico, everything on the menu is the same dish. The only difference is the way it's folded.

All anyone really needs to know about barbed wire is that it can tear the arse out of your trousers, give a cow a good fright, entangle a Yorkshire terrier for life, and is nasty stuff made by greedy men.

Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'

Wisdom isn't an old guy on top of a mountain in a loin cloth. It isn't an answer. It's a question.