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'Tis said that wrath is the last thing in a man to grow old.—ALCAEUS, Scholiast on Sophocles
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Anybody can become angry—that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way—that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.—ARISTOTLE, Nicomachean Ethics
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Remember, when you are angry, to say or do nothing until you have repeated the four-and-twenty letters to yourself.—ATHENODORUS, to Caesar Augustus,
Plutarch: Lives
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Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.—BACON, Apothegms
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Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry.—H. W. BEECHER, Life Thoughts
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A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.—Bible, Proverbs 15:1
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Let not the sun go down upon your wrath.—Bible, Ephesians 5:26
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I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.—BLAKE, A Poison Tree
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Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.—BURNS, Tarn o' Shanter
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An angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes.—CATO THE CENSOR
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He that strives not to stem his anger's tide,
Does a wild horse without a bridle ride.—COLLEY CIBBER, Love's Last Shift
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Rage supplies all with arms. When an angry man thirsts for blood, anything will serve him as a spear.—CLAUDIAN, Rimanit Telum Ira Facit
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To be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.—COLERIDGE, Christabel
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Whenever you are angry, be assured, that it is not only a present evil, but that you have increased a habit, and added fuel to a fire.—EPICTETUS, Discourses
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Reckon the days in which you have not been angry. I used to be angry every day; now every other day, then every third and fourth day; and if you miss it so long as thirty days, offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving to God.—EPICTETUS, Discourses
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Anger and folly walk cheek by jowl; repentance treads on both their heels.—FRANKLIN, Poor Richard
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Anger is one of the sinews of the soul; he that wants it hath a maimed mind.—THOMAS FULLER, Holy and Profane State
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There ain't no sense in gittin' riled.—BRET HARTE, Jim
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Anger, far sweeter than trickling honey, rises like smoke in the breasts of men.—HOMER, Iliad
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He who curbs not his anger will wish undone that which vexation and wrath prompted.—HORACE, Epistles
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Anger in its time and place
May assume a kind of grace.
It must have some reason in it,
And not last beyond a minute.—CHARLES AND MARY LAMB, Anger
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The one thet fust gits mad's most ollers wrong.—LOWELL, The Biglow Papers
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Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.—H. L. MENCKEN, Prejudices
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Inextinguishable rage.—MILTON, Paradise Lost
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He best keeps from anger, who remembers that God is always looking upon him.—PLATO
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Let anger's fire be slow to burn.—Proverb
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Anger and haste hinder good counsel.—Proverb
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He is a fool who cannot be angry; but he is a wise man who will not.—Proverb
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Two things a man should never be angry at; what he can help, and what he cannot help.—Proverb
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Anger punishes itself.—Proverb
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Choler hates a counsellor.—Proverb
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He that is angry is seldom at ease.—Proverb
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Anger makes a rich man hated, and a poor man scorned.—Proverb
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Anger is often more hurtful than the injury that caused it.—Proverb
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Anger dieth quickly with a good man.—Proverb
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An angry man is again angry with himself, when he returns to reason.—PUBLILIUS SYRUS, Sententiae
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The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.—PUBLILIUS SYRUS, Sententiae
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What, drunk with choler?—SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV
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Men ne'er spend their fury on a child.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI
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Touch me with noble anger!—SHAKESPEARE, King Lear
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Put not another sin upon my head By urging me to fury.—SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
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Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.—SWIFT
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When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.—MARK TWAIN, Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar
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But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.—ISAAC WATTS, Divine Songs