This is one of those Proverbs worth memorizing.  And not only memorizing, but mantra-izing!  Particularly in moments of stress, frustration, anger, and rage, it helps to have some readily-available phraseology like this to fall back on.  Think of it rhythmically, like this:

And these concepts of patience trumping martial skills -- or of control trumping conquest -- need all the help they can get, if you ask me.  Popular culture doesn't make these seem like very masculine traits.  In fact, they're typically painted to be polar opposites:  manly = testosterone = rage machine.  Whereas only the women, only the metrosexual sissies, only the sweater-vested Stuart Smalley schmucks are "in touch" with themselves to the point of attempting self-control instead of competition, or patience instead of brawling.  Popular culture today makes the patient, self-controlled man out to be almost pitiful, laughable, pathetic.

But that's not how I see it at all (nor did King Solomon, for that matter).

Think about this:  think about holiday travel, busy airports, long lines -- you know, that kind of thing.  Think about navigating this terrain, not just for regional travel or even for a long-distance domestic flight -- but for holiday-season, trans-continental air travel.  And think about holiday-season, trans-continental air travel as a single parent with two small children.  One of them spills an entire cup of apple juice over herself and then sits there crying and shivering in the cold.  You've made the world's dumbest wardrobe choice for an 8-hour trans-continental flight while seated between two small children:  a white, long-sleeved shirt.  Still, you take off the shirt and drape your daughter in it so she can warm up again -- only to see it become flecked and drizzled with barbecue sauce and strawberry jam during lunch.  A horrible head-ache sets in.  And there are still 10 hours of travel-time ahead of you... Are you envisioning such a scenario??? (I can envision it quite graphically, because I got to experience it first-hand this last Christmas -- and it was a very long, drawn-out day that has left a very long, drawn-out memory).  So let me ask you this:  Who's the manlier man?  The one who yells at his kids on an airplane and embarrasses himself by attempting to manipulate and/or intimidate the airport employees through out-of-control outbursts (you know you've seen them; maybe you've even perpetrated them!)?  Or the one who exhibits patience and self-control, even in the most unpleasant circumstances -- the one who can take an apple-juice-soaking in stride?  The one who reacts with grace and humility and kindness?

I can't claim to be the mightiest man ever -- or that I handled everything in a truly exemplary way on that day of holiday-season trans-continental air travel with two small children... But I CAN say that I'm glad that day happened to occur on the 16th of the month, when I was specifically meditating on Proverbs chapter 16, verse 32.