The vexation of a fool is known at once, but the prudent ignores an insult.

And seeing a fig tree by the wayside, he went to it and found nothing on it but only leaves. And he said to it, "May no fruit ever come from you again!" And the fig tree withered at once.

Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels?

I hope therefore to send him just as soon as I see how it will go with me,