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

Democracy produces both heroes and villains, but it differs from a fascist state in that it does not produce a hero who is a villain.

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

All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it.

Let the people think they govern, and they will be governed.

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

The only equals are those who are equally rich.

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?

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.

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

Nothing but a permanent body can check the imprudence of democracy.

It is hell to belong to a suppressed minority.

Do you suppose it possible to know democracy without knowing the people?