The king times are fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end.

Man’s capacity for justice makes democracy possible, but man’s inclination to injustice makes democracy necessary.

The worship of opinion is, at this day, the established religion of the United States.

Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.

Democracy cannot be static. Whatever is static is dead.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

In America, everybody is, but some are more than others.

When we define democracy now, it must still be as a thing hoped for but not seen.

What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence, the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own?

Despotism achieves great things illegally; democracy doesn’t even take the trouble to achieve small things legally.

If the people be the governors, who shall be governed?

Everyone else is represented in Washington by a rich and powerful lobby, it seems. But there is no lobby for the people.

The most may err as grossly as the few.