When people are voiceless, they will have temper tantrums like a child who has not been paid attention to. And riots are massive temper tantrums from a neglected and voiceless people.

Problems seldom go away if they’re ignored.

If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding — certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

Patched-up diplomatic solutions designed to answer the needs of the moment rarely last, and as they unravel they can actually make things worse.

But it is sometimes as difficult to lose one's temper as it is difficult at other times to keep it.

Excuses are not solutions.

Governments tend not to solve problems, only to rearrange them.

It’s my dreadful temper! I try to cure it, I think I have, and then it breaks out worse than ever.

Temerity is not always successful.

It’s a very bad thing that I throw tantrums in front of my family. Sometimes I’m not appreciative of what they do, like the small things. But at the end of the day, your family are the people who accept you for who you are.

Achievers rarely, if ever, see a problem as permanent, while those who fail see even the smallest problems as permanent.

He who does not improve his temper together with his understanding, is not much the better for it.

Bad temper always turns reason out of doors.