I had a friend who was a good man, but he got angry too easily. It was just as dangerous to praise him as it was to insult him. Everyone knew that Caelius the orator had the worst temper imaginable. They say he once had dinner in his room with a very patient client. Even in private, Caelius could barely avoid picking a fight. His guest thought it was best to agree with everything and stay quiet. But Caelius couldn't stand the man's constant agreement. He finally burst out: "Argue with me about something, so there can be two of us here!" Yet even he — a man who got angry at not being angry — soon calmed down because he had no one to fight with.
One of my own friends was a good man indeed, but too prone to anger, and it was as dangerous to flatter him as to curse him. Caelius the orator, it is well known, was the worst-tempered man possible. It is said that once he was dining in his own chamber with an especially long-suffering client, but had great difficulty when thrown thus into a man's society to avoid quarrelling with him. The other thought it best to agree to whatever he said, and to play second fiddle, but Caelius could not bear his obsequious agreement, and exclaimed, "Do contradict me in something, that there may be two of us!" Yet even he, who was angry at not being angry, soon recovered his temper, because he had no one to fight with.