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

Despotism subjects a nation to one tyrant, democracy to many.

Whenever in history equality appeared on the agenda, it was exported somewhere else, like an undesirable.

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.

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out / “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!”

An electoral choice of ten different fascists is like choosing which way one wishes to die.

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

In a true democracy, everyone can be upper-class and live in Connecticut.

The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletariat to the level of bourgeois stupidity.

Vox populi, vox humbug.

Television has made dictatorship impossible, but democracy unbearable.

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

Oh, democracy! Whither are you leading us?