Without a ruler to do it against you won’t make crooked straight. - Seneca

Everything of this sort is not anger, but the semblance of anger, like that of boys who want to beat the ground when they have fallen upon it, and who often do not even know why they are angry, but are merely angry without any reason or having received any injury, yet not without some semblance of injury received, or without some wish to exact a penalty for it.

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.

'Tu me' inquis 'mones? iam enim te ipse monuisti, iam correxisti? ideo aliorum emendationi vacas?' Non sum tam improbus ut curationes aeger obeam, sed, tamquam in eodem valetudinario iaceam, de communi tecum malo colloquor et remedia communico.