Who, then, can be more ignorant of nature than he who classes this cruel and hurtful vice as belonging to her best and most polished work? - Seneca

We put down mad dogs; we kill the wild, untamed ox; we use the knife on sick sheep to stop their infecting the flock; we destroy abnormal offspring at birth; children, too, if they are born weak or deformed, we drown. Yet this is not the work of anger, but of reason – to separate the sound from the worthless.

Live among men as if God beheld you; speak with God as if men were listening.

Surely no one would choose to hit a foe so hard as to have his hand get stuck in the wound and be able to withdraw from the blow. But anger is a weapon of just this type; it’s hard to draw it back.