An angry person is generally impolite;  and where contention and ill-will are, there can be no courteousness. 

May we put away from us the satire which scourges and the anger which brands:  the oil and wine of the good Samaritan are of more avail.

Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now.   Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

We are sure to go on closing doors of sympathy, and narrowing in the interests and opportunities of work around us, if we let ourselves imagine that we can quickly measure the capacities and sift the characters of our fellow-men.

Nothing but the Infinite pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life.

Our social insolences, our irritating manners, our censorious judgment, our venomous letters, our pinpricks in conversation, are all forms of deliberate unkindness, and are all evidences of an ill-conditioned nature.

If for every outburst of hasty temper, and for every rudeness that wounds us in our daily path, we were to demand an apology, require an explanation, or resent it by retaliation, daily intercourse would be impossible.

HOW is ill-nature to be met and overcome?  First, by humility:  when a man knows his own weaknesses, why should he be angry with others for pointing them out?