“I loathe your ideals. I admire your methods. If one believes one is right, one shouldn’t wait to convince millions of fools, one might just as well force them … What are your masses but mud to be ground under foot, fuel to be burned for those who deserve it? What is the people but millions of puny, shrivelled, helpless souls, that have no thoughts of their own, no dreams of their own, no will of their own, who eat and sleep and chew helplessly the words put into their mildewed brains”