My son!
My son! Drive anger out of thine heart, for anger, Rests in the bosom of fools, and a strange God rests on their head.
— from The Air Traffic Controller (God)
In the book
Go and comfort the mourners, and speak to their hearts. Drive anger out of your heart, for anger lodges only in the bosom of fools; never let a hasty temper master you, least of all with your own household. Love the wise and attach yourself to them, and never stop seeking to know your Maker. — The Air Traffic Controller (God)
Anger. Anger is a tool — nothing more — a means for achieving a goal, and when you truly control your anger you are wielding it rather than being wielded by it. Our tradition is blunt about the alternative: anger rests in the bosom of fools. Most of the time, when I have traced my own anger to its root, I have found not principle but a feeling of being disrespected — and the cure for that is to anchor your self-worth in your own values rather than in other people's opinion of you. — The Heart in the Cockpit (Emotion/Awe/Anxiety/Regret/Empathy)