“Where talent is lacking, anger writes poetry.”

What’s infamy matter if you keep your fortune?

Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.

Nothing is more intolerable than a wealthy woman.

When talent fails, indignation writes the verse.

When did reason ever direct our desires or our fears?

No wicked man knows happiness, and least of all the seducer of others.

If nature’s inspiration fails, indignation will beget the poem.

Pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Luck often raises vulgarity to a high position, to create mirth for the beholders.

It is a poor thing to lean upon the fame of others, lest the pillars give way and the house fall down in ruin.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt.

A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.

All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

The proletarians, driven to despair, will seize the torch which Stephens has preached to them; the vengeance of the people will come down with a wrath of which the rage of 1795 gives no true idea. The war of the poor against the rich will be the bloodiest ever waged.

As soon as we react, we become slaves. A man blames me, and I immediately react in the form of anger. A little vibration which he created made me a slave.

Feeling passionate about something doesn’t mean you have to be angry.

Everyone has a temper. A temper is an emotion.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger, held in my chest.

In the face of unjust criticism we can become bitter or better; upset or understanding; hostile or humble; furious or forgiving.

It is wise to direct your anger towards problems – not people; to focus your energies on answers – not excuses.

Anger is nothing more than an outward expression of hurt, fear and frustration