Well,†she said. “I’m frustrated.†“Don’t make me angry-kiss you.†“Give me the laundry.†“Tempers rising, faces flushed … This is how it happens.
If you had the seeds of pestilence in your body you would not have a more active contagion that you have in your tempers, tastes, and principles. Simply to be in this world, whatever you are, is to exert an influence, compared with which mere language and persuasion are feeble.
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, control youth, and delights old age.