Anger conquers even the deepest love. Men have driven swords through the bodies of people they loved. They have killed those they once held in their arms. Even greed — that hardest and most stubborn of all passions — gets trampled by anger. Anger forces the greedy man to throw away his carefully saved wealth and burn down his house with everything in it. Even ambitious men have been known to toss away their most prized honors and refuse high positions when offered them. There is no passion that anger does not completely control.
It conquers the warmest love: men have thrust swords through the bodies of those whom they loved, and have slain those in whose arms they have lain. Avarice, that sternest and most rigid of passions, is trampled underfoot by anger, which forces it to squander its carefully collected wealth and set fire to its house and all its property in one heap. Why, has not even the ambitious man been known to fling away the most highly valued ensigns of rank, and to refuse high office when it was offered to him? There is no passion over which anger does not bear absolute rule.