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Gustav Le Bon, from the Introduction to his book The Crowd (1895):

“History tells us, that from the moment when the moral forces on which a civilisation rested have lost their strength, its final destruction is brought about by those unconscious and brutal crowds known, justifiably enough, as barbarians.  Civilisations as yet have only been created and directed by a small intellectual aristocracy, never by crowds…A civilisation involves fixed rules, discipline, a passing from the instinctive to the rational state, forethought for the future, an elevated degree of culture – all of them conditions that crowds, left to themselves, have invariably shown themselves incapable of realising.”

From his autobiographical work Memories, Dreams and Reflections:

“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”

From The Iron Coin (1976), the final line of the Prologue.

“I am well aware that I am unworthy of uttering opinions on political matters, but perhaps I might be forgiven for doing so by adding that I have doubts about democracy, that curious abuse of statistics.”

From the Cheburashka series, Krokodil Gena’s birthday song. Here’s the lyrics sung by Gena, translated into English.

Let the pedestrians walk clumsily through the puddles
And let the water run over the asphalt like a river.
It’s unclear to those passing by,
On this rainy day,
Why I’m so happy.

But I’m playing the concertina
For all the passersby to see.
Unfortunately,
Birthdays
Only come once a year.

I wish that a wizard
Would fly in, in a sky blue helicopter,
And show a movie for free.
He would wish me a happy birthday
And probably, leave as a present
500 ice cream sandwiches.

But I’m playing the concertina
For all the passersby to see.
Unfortunately,
Birthdays
Only come once a year.

The translation is based on several I found (I don’t actually understand Russian). I edited them to something that sounded right in English.

And don’t get the mistaken idea that this is a happy birthday song. The best comment on YouTube was the following:

Me too. Each time I listen this I want to cry. It is so depressing. It is not really about happy birthday. It’s all about being poor, lonely, and every birthday closer to death. Genia has nothing and he knows that. He knows that he will never get this fu**ing ice-cream and there will be no cinema. It is so sad! But still beautiful!