I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength... As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships... And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust— and reach out.

The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.

There is no grievance that is a fit object of redress by mob law.

Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

The best university that can be recommended to a man of ideas is the gauntlet of the mob.