I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I never desired to please the rabble. What pleased them, I did not learn; and what I knew was far removed from their understanding.
I don't hate them any more like I used to. I just don't like them very much.
I love being irreverent. But I hate being irrelevant. I love being irreverent because at the end of the day your actions belie your intentions.
I respect only those who resist me, but I cannot tolerate them.
I am not a rabble rouser.
There's a certain group of people who are always going to dislike me and disagree with whatever I say.
Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.
The pretty fellows you speak of, I own entertain me sometimes, but is it impossible to be diverted with what one despises? I can laugh at a puppet show, at the same time I know there is nothing in it worth my attention or regard.
I'm a proud member of the rabble.
I am a member of the rabble in good standing.