Sophistry (n.) is an art most people would be more ashamed to use against others than to suffer from.
Sophistry (n.) is the bastard child begotten when men unworthy of education consort with philosophy — nothing genuine in it, nothing worth calling wisdom.
Sophistry (n.) is the last word in all-round fighting: the art of refuting whatever may be said, true or false.
Sophistry (n.) is the Corybantic dance before an initiation: the sophists leap and caper around the pupil before revealing anything serious.
Sophistry (n.) is to legislation what cosmetics is to gymnastics, just as oratory is to justice what pastry baking is to medicine.
Sophistry (n.) is a Proteus: the sophists shift shape through conjuring tricks, and like Menelaus we must hold on until they show their serious face.
Sophistry (n.) hates distinctions: the sophist bristles when you qualify his phrases, because he wants to surround you with words and hunt you down.
Sophistry (n.) can be picked up in no time, so its masters should never perform in public: the audience will have it at once and give them no credit.