A man can feel wronged before he knows what is due. That is ordinary. Someone lies about him, cheats him, mocks what is sacred, wounds a friend, or bends a rule for the powerful, and something in him rises before he has finished a sentence. The heat is not nothing. It may be the first sign that he has not gone numb before disorder.
A Word Misused
Justice is not my outrage feeling justified
The hardest virtue, because it asks our temper to be answerable to a measure outside itself.