Ocupation: Playwright
Life: July 26, 1856 - November 2, 1950
Birthday: July 26
Death: November 2
If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces.
source: George Bernard Shaw (2011). “You Never Can Tell”, p.115, The Floating Press
topic: Sweet, Hate, Eye, Sweet Voice, Chloroform