I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. >>
To be thoroughly conversant with a man's heart, is to take our final l >>
Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance. >>
The mob has many heads but no brains. >>
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in >>
The tyranny of a multitude is a multiplied tyranny. >>
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.