If you are angry, you will pick fights with everyone. First this person, then that one. First your slaves, then your workers. First your parents, then your children. First your friends, then complete strangers. There are reasons to get angry everywhere you look — unless your mind steps in and stops you. Your rage will drag you from one fight to another, and from there to the next one. Your madness will always find fresh things to irritate you. It will never leave you alone. Tell me, you miserable person — when will you have time for love? What precious time you are throwing away on something so evil!
If you are angry, you will quarrel first with this man, and then with that: first with slaves, then with freedmen: first with parents, then with children: first with acquaintances, then with strangers: for there are grounds for anger in every case, unless your mind steps in and intercedes with you: your frenzy will drag you from one place to another, and from thence to elsewhere, your madness will constantly meet with newly-occurring irritants, and will never depart from you. Tell me, miserable man, what time you will have for loving? O, what good time you are wasting on an evil thing!