If we can't control our emotions, at least our emotions should have some limits. But anger just keeps growing stronger. It's like lightning or a hurricane — forces that can't stop themselves because they don't move forward steadily, but crash down from above. Other bad emotions cloud our judgment, but anger destroys our sanity completely. Other vices sneak up on us gradually. But anger? We dive headfirst into it all at once. No emotion is more wild or more self-destructive. When anger wins, it becomes arrogant. When it loses, it goes crazy. Even when it's beaten, it doesn't get tired. And if it can't reach its target, it turns around and attacks itself. The strength of anger has nothing to do with what caused it. It can explode into massive rage over the tiniest things.
If we are not able to withstand our passions, yet at any rate our passions ought to stand firm: but anger grows more and more powerful, like lightning flashes or hurricanes, or any other things which cannot stop themselves because they do not proceed along, but fall from above. Other vices affect our judgment, anger affects our sanity: others come in mild attacks and grow unnoticed, but men's minds plunge abruptly into anger. There is no passion that is more frantic, more destructive to its own self; it is arrogant if successful, and frantic if it fails. Even when defeated it does not grow weary, but if chance places its foe beyond its reach, it turns its teeth against itself. Its intensity is in no way regulated by its origin: for it rises to the greatest heights from the most trivial beginnings.