Forsake anger, give up pride. Sorrow cannot touch the man who is not in the bondage of anything,
who owns nothing.
He who can control his rising anger as a coachman controls his carriage at full speed,
this man I call a good driver: others merely hold the reins.
Watch for anger of words: let your words be self-controlled. Hurt not with words, but use your words well.
There are men steady and wise whose body, words and mind are self-controlled.
They are the men of supreme self-control.
--The Dhammapada
Warmie
