What you think is the point is not the point at all but only the beginning of the sharpness.

Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.

The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering".

I saw that my witticism was unperceived and quietly replaced it in the treasury of my mind.

After a time," said old Mathers disregarding me, "I mercifully perceived the errors of my ways and the unhappy destination I would reach unless I mended them. I retired from the world in order to try to comprehend it and to find out why it becomes more unsavoury as the years accumulate on a man's body. What do you think I discovered at the end of my meditations?" I felt pleased again. He was now questioning me. "What?" "That No is a better word than Yes," he replied.

The first beginnings of wisdom...is to ask questions but never to answer any.

Could Henry Ford produce the Book of Kells? Certainly not. He would quarrel initially with the advisability of such a project and then prove it was impossible.