When a man gets angry he is a wild man, his eyes glitter, his mouth is cruel, his fists clinch, his body trembles, his blood veins strain and he does more harm in five minutes' anger than nature can repair in a day. Anger makes weak stomachs, dizzy heads, poor judgment, lost friends, despair, sickness and likely the confirmed habit will lead to apoplexy. When two men have differences, watch the cool man finish victor, the angry man always loses. Keep your head; let the other fellow fret and fume. He will tie himself up in a knot and finish loser. Serenity is a God's blessing and fortunate is the man who can hold his serenity. When you get a letter that stirs you to anger, don't answer that letter for forty-eight hours, then write a moderately vitriolic letter,--and then tear it up. I know you are tempted, goaded and your limit of endurance is sometimes exhausted. I know revenge is sweet only in anticipation. I know that revenge by anger and by the cruel "eye for an eye" measure is never, never sweet. I have had imposition, ingratitude, insincerity and advantages taken of me because I kept my poise and serenity. I have been called easy, and soft, and friends have shown me where I was imposed upon, but I was stooping to conquer. I kept my reserve, my resistance and my power ready until time, place, and preparedness let me spring my coup and then I cashed in beautifully in principal and interest for those acts and hurts. I have power now in my hands to make others suffer, keenly and deeply, for wrongs they have done me. Yet I do not exercise that power to revenge. I have been misjudged and misunderstood because cowardly persons have lied and villified me and accused me of motives and acts of which I was innocent. I am well hated now by one person in particular who blames me for things another is guilty of. A word from me would clear me, but it would bring gloom and despair to that person and would not make me any less cognizant of my innocence. Time somehow will bring out the truth; the cowardly, guilty individual who basks in the favor of the one who is angry at me will surely pay for his wrong. This I know and I am satisfied with the ultimate result. My former friend who is angry at me would simply switch the anger current to the guilty one if I told the facts; the guilty person couldn't stand that anger like I can. My act would break up a home and bring misery. I am far removed from the location where these people live, and I can stand the anger of the one who puts the blame on me and accepts the lies of another as truth. I have the documents in black and white, yet I don't use them because I have poise and the consciousness of knowing I am right and those who are dear to me know it, too. I could be angry, but I couldn't live and enjoy and write books like "Pep" and this book if I let anger get in and spoil the serenity which is mine. I've tried both plans, anger and poise, and I like poise better.