Quote by George Bernard Shaw

If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper -- and despise it.


If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking,

Summary

This quote suggests that if you want someone to respect or value your opinions, it is important to engage in a spirited discussion or debate with them. It implies that having a clash of ideas and arguments is more beneficial than simply agreeing with someone for the sake of being liked or fearing their disapproval. The second part of the quote compares liking someone to that of reading a newspaper – one may enjoy reading it but also criticize certain aspects about it. It highlights the complexity of human relationships and the possibility of having conflicting feelings towards someone.

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By George Bernard Shaw
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