Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Anger is one of the sinews of the soul.
Anger is a short madness.
Anger is implanted in us as 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.
Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.
Wise anger is like fire from a flint: there is great ado to get it out; and when it does come, it is out again immediately.
Anger is a wind which blows out the lamp of the mind.
Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.
Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.