Quote by George Bernard Shaw

A man never tells you anything until you contradict him.

A man never tells you anything until you contradict him.

Summary

This quote suggests that people are more likely to reveal their true thoughts and beliefs when faced with disagreement or contradiction. It implies that individuals may initially hold back their opinions, but when challenged, they feel compelled to defend their stance or express their true perspective. It highlights the idea that conflict or differing viewpoints can often lead to a deeper understanding of someone's thoughts or motivations. It implies the importance of engaging in open and respectful dialogue in order to foster greater understanding and unravel the layers of various viewpoints.

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Argument & Debate

By George Bernard Shaw

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