Nothing will help you more than understanding two things about anger: how ugly it is, and how dangerous it is. No emotion looks more disturbing. It ruins the most beautiful face and turns a peaceful expression savage. When people are angry, "all grace has fled." Even if their clothes are stylish, they'll drag them on the ground without caring how they look. Even if their hair was perfectly styled by nature or by art, it will stick up wildly to match their wild mind. Their veins bulge. Their chest heaves from rapid breathing. Their neck swells as they scream out crazy words. Their limbs shake, their hands fidget, their whole body rocks back and forth. What do you think is happening in their mind when their outside appearance is so awful? How much more terrifying is the face they wear inside their chest? How much sharper their pride, how much more violent their rage — which will destroy them unless it finds some way out?
Nothing, however, will be of so much service as to consider, first, the hideousness, and, secondly, the danger of anger. No passion bears a more troubled aspect: it befouls the fairest face, makes fierce the expression which before was peaceful. From the angry "all grace has fled;" though their clothing may be fashionable, they will trail it on the ground and take no heed of their appearance; though their hair be smoothed down in a comely manner by nature or art, yet it will bristle up in sympathy with their mind. The veins become swollen, the breast will be shaken by quick breathing, the man's neck will be swelled as he roars forth his frantic talk: then, too, his limbs will tremble, his hands will be restless, his whole body will sway hither and thither. What, think you, must be the state of his mind within him, when its appearance without is so shocking? how far more dreadful a countenance he bears within his own breast, how far keener pride, how much more violent rage, which will burst him unless it finds some vent?