We’re modern enlightened and we don’t agree / with locking up patients We prefer therapy / through education and especially art / so that our hospital may play its part / faithfully following according to our lights / the Declaration of Human Rights. (Act 1, Scene 2)

Now Marat you are talking like an aristocrat / Compassion is the property of the privileged classes / When the pitier lowers himself / to give to a beggar / he throbs with contempt / To protect his riches he pretends to be moved / and his gift to the beggar amounts to no more / than a kick. (Act 1, Scene 12)

Neither side is glorious / On either side they’re just frightened men messing their pants / and they all want the same thing / Not to lie under the earth / but to walk upon it / without crutches. (Act 1, Scene 19)

To the withering of the individual man / and a slow merging into uniformity / to the death of choice / to self-denial / to deadly weakness... (Act 1, Scene 20)