I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
fall solitude Fall
We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.
The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.
intelligence mob-rule mobs people Intelligence