There is not a more mean, stupid, dastardly, pitiful, selfish, spiteful, envious, ungrateful animal than the public. It is the greatest of cowards, for it is afraid of itself.

All the world over, I will back the masses against the classes.

The only one who is wiser than anyone is everyone.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it's time to pause and reflect.

My hatred of crowds, the obviousness of crowds, of anything en masse. Is this why I like little-known books? A general desire to escape the main world.

The public! The public! How many fools does it take to make up a public?

There is an accumulative cruelty in a number of men, though none in particular are ill natured.

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 odourless.

Public opinion, a vulgar, impertinent, anonymous tyrant who deliberately makes life unpleasant for anyone who is not content to be the average man.

When a hundred men stand together, each of them loses his mind and gets another one.