Anger and Indignation

Just for a handful of silver he left us,

Be a governess! Better be a slave at once!

O Rose, thou art sick!

In the morning glad I see,

I was angry with my friend;

A robin red breast in a cage

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.

A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice.

Intellectual disgrace

You may shoot me with your words,

The Roots of Violence: wealth without work; pleasure without conscience; knowledge without character; commerce without morality; science without humanity; worship without sacrifice; politics without principles.

Golden fetters are no less galling to a self-respecting man than iron ones: the sting lies in the fetters, not in the metal.

[…] anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that can move the world.

Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding.

Fe fi fo fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman; Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

Slave driver, the table is turn. Catch a fire so you can get burn.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

My visionary anger cleansing my sight.

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night.