Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before – it takes something from him.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.

If you’re angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug – which is all the more reason to do so. It’s hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that’s precisely what happens when we hug each other.

In certain trying circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.

There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen.

If you’re angry at a loved one, hug that person. And mean it. You may not want to hug – which is all the more reason to do so. It’s hard to stay angry when someone shows they love you, and that’s precisely what happens when we hug each other.

Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before – it takes something from him.