Don't believe that anger makes you noble. What it gives you isn't true greatness — it's just empty pride. When disease makes a body swell up, that's not healthy growth. It's just bloating. People who let madness lift them above normal human concerns think they're having profound, elevated thoughts. But there's nothing solid underneath. What you build without a foundation will collapse. Anger has no ground to stand on. It doesn't rise from anything firm or lasting. It's just windy and hollow — as far from true nobility as recklessness is from courage, as bragging is from confidence, as moodiness is from discipline, as cruelty is from being strict. There's a huge difference, I'm telling you, between a mind that's genuinely great and one that's just proud. Anger never creates anything grand or beautiful.
Neither ought it to be believed that anger contributes anything to magnanimity: what it gives is not magnanimity but vain glory. The increase which disease produces in bodies swollen with morbid humours is not healthy growth, but bloated corpulence. All those whose madness raises them above human considerations, believe themselves to be inspired with high and sublime ideas; but there is no solid ground beneath, and what is built without foundation is liable to collapse in ruin. Anger has no ground to stand upon, and does not rise from a firm and enduring foundation, but is a windy, empty quality, as far removed from true magnanimity as fool-hardiness from courage, boastfulness from confidence, gloom from austerity, cruelty from strictness. There is, I say, a great difference between a lofty and a proud mind: anger brings about nothing grand or beautiful.