Mistakes are nothing to get angry about. What, now, should we be angry with those whose footsteps falter in the dark? With the deaf, when they don’t listen to orders? With children, because – neglecting a proper attention to their duties – they watch the games and silly jokes of their fellows? Do you want to be angry with those who are weary because they are sick and growing old? Seneca, On Anger 2.10.1
