Debate is masculine, conversation is feminine.
A sip is the most than mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.
There are truths that shield themselves behind veils, and are best spoken by implication. Even the sun veils himself in his own rays to blind the gaze of the too curious starer.
Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness.
None can teach admirably if not loving his task.
The more one endeavors to sound the depths of his ignorance the deeper the chasm appears.