A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.

Observe any meetings of people, and you will always find their eagerness and impetuosity rise or fall in proportion to their numbers.

I do not believe that any human being is fundamentally happier for being finally lost in a crowd, even if it is called a crowd of comrades.

As crowds increase we build our forts of inattention, and the more we talk the easier it is to mean little and listen not at all.

Away with this hurrah of masses, and let us have the considerate vote of single men.

In the crowd, herd, or gang, it is a mass-mind that operates-which is to say, a mind without subtlety, a mind without compassion, a mind, finally, uncivilized.

Nothing is so uncertain or unpredictable as the feelings of a crowd.

Under crowded conditions the friendly social interactions between members of a group become reduced, and the destructive and aggressive patterns show a marked rise in frequency and intensity.

The state fair sprawled across a hillside and a valley, and at first glance it did indeed look like a city under occupation by an army of rampaging Goths.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.