The Multitude is a mob, the raw materials of democracy, which is the poor cousin of a republic
The Multitude is unable to understand that something can be true and untrue at the same time.
A Multitude is strong while it holds together, but so soon as each of those who compose it begins to think of his own private danger, it becomes weak and contemptible.
The Multitude is fickle in temperament, and while it is easy to persuade them of a thing, it is hard to fix them in that persuasion.
The Multitude is a thing which, wherever it is, there is untruth, and even if every individual, silently and separately, possessed the truth, nonetheless if they assembled in a multitude then untruth would immediately be present.
A Multitude is as wise as its wisest member if it obey him... if not, it is no wiser than its most foolish.
The Multitude is a thing which, wherever it is, there too is truth, for truth itself needs to have the multitude on its side.