He who writes down
The good ones, after every action closes
His volume, and ascends with it to God.
The other keeps his dreadful day-book open
Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing,
The record of the action fades away,
And leaves a line of white across the page.
Now if my act be good, as I believe it,
It cannot be recalled. It is already
Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished.
The rest is yours.
--LONGFELLOW.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
--MILTON.
ANGER.--And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
--COLERIDGE.
Anger is implanted in us as a sort of sting, to make us gnash with our
teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set
us in array against each other.
When anger rushes unrestrain'd to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way.
--SAVAGE.
Lamentation is the only musician that always, like a screech-owl,
alights and sits on the roof of an angry man.--PLUTARCH.
He is a fool who cannot be angry; but he is a wise man who will
not.--SENECA.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.--SHAKESPEARE.
Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.--W.R. ALGER.
Anger is the most impotent passion that accompanies the mind of man;
it effects nothing it goes about; and hurts the man who is possessed
by it more than any other against whom it is directed.
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