Friendship, domestic happiness, self-respect, the esteem of others and sometimes property are swept away by a whirlwind. Perhaps a tornado of anger. We have more than once seen the furniture of a house in a mass of ruin, the work of an angry moment. We have seen anger make wives miserable, alienate husbands, ruin children, derange all harmony, and disturb the quiet of a whole neighborhood. Anger like too much wine, hides us from ourselves, but exposes us to others.
Some people seem to live in a perpetual storm.
Calm weather can never be reckoned upon in their company. Suddenly when you least expect it and without any reason, the sky becomes black and the wind rises. There is a growling thunder and pelting rain. You can hardly tell where the tempest came from. An accident for which no one can be rightly blamed, a misunderstanding which a moment's calm thought would have terminated.