Anger and Indignation

There is nothing in the record of the past two years when both Houses of Congress have been controlled by the Republican Party which can lead any person to believe that those promises will be fulfilled in the future. They follow the Hitler line—no matter how big the lie; repeat it often enough and the masses will regard it as truth.

From fanaticism to barbarism is only one step.

If Mr. Vincent Price were to be co-starred with Miss Bette Davis in a story by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe directed by Mr. Roger Corman, it could not fully express the pent-up violence and depravity of a single day in the life of the average family.

The injustice of defeat lies in the fact that its most innocent victims are made to look like heartless accomplices.

Cynics are only happy in making the world as barren to others as they have made it for themselves.

The growth of wisdom may be gauged exactly by the diminution of ill temper.

All victories breed hate, and that over your superior is foolish or fatal.

A satirist is a man profoundly revolted by the society in which he lives. His rage takes the form of wit, ridicule, mockery.

Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

Weakness on both sides is, as we know, the motto of all quarrels.

The test of a man or woman’s breeding is how they behave in a quarrel. Anybody can behave well when things are going smoothly.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims.

Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities.

One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Anger is loaded with information and energy.

Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns all clean.

We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.

One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.

Hatred is a deathwish for the hated, not a lifewish for anything else.