there is clearly a kind of anger that is healthy. It is the concentration of one's whole being in the determination: this must change.
Our own pulse beats in every stranger's throat.
Our task, of course, is to transmute the anger that is affliction into the anger that is determination to bring about change. I think, in fact, that one could give that as a definition of revolution.
There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present.
Anyone who has invented a better mousetrap, or the contemporary equivalent, can expect to be harassed by strangers demanding that you read their unpublished manuscripts or undergo the humiliation of public speaking, usually on remote Midwestern campuses.
The most dangerous savages live in cities.
The fear we throw about danger is always as disproportionate as a paternal shirt on an infant.
Before you speak, my friend, remember, a spiritual man contain his anger. Angry words are like slap in de face.
How easy it was to lie to strangers, to create with strangers the versions of our lives we imagined.