Anger elicits anger, fear elicits fear, no matter how well meaning we may be.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

I have some anger issues.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.