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If ever a person plays the game of his enemies, it is when he is in a 
passion. 
Acquaintances shun men of proverbially ill-temper; friends drop 
away from them; even wives and children gradually learn to fear them 
more than love them. 
Thousands of men owe their ivant of success in life to neglecting the 
control of their temper. 
JSTor have they the excuse that it is an infirmity which cannot he re¬ 
strained ; for Washington , though naturally of a most passionate disposi¬ 
tion, disciplined himself until he passed for a person utterly impassive. 
ISTo man who neglects his temper can be happy, any more than he can 
make those happy around him. 
Good temper is gold , is everything . 
Bad temper is a curse to its possessor and to society. 
“Lodged in sunny cleft 
Where the cold breezes come not, blooms alone 
The little Wind-Flower, whose just-opened eye 
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at, 
Starting the loiterer in the naked groves 
With unexpected beauty; for the time 
Of blossoms and green leaves is yet afar.” 
W. C. Bryant. 
The Wind-Flower ( Anemone) *is so called because formerly supposed 
to open only when the wind was blowing. 
*From the Greek ’anemos, wind. 
