Intellectuals can debate. Idiots just argue.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Love and hate can hold hands. Love and fear cannot.

Truth or peace. Pick your poison.

Argument need not be heated; it can be punctuated with courteous smiles - or sympathetic tears.

We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot."
"Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.