Those are the fools, the weak, the contemptible.

The wise, the strong, the respected, have no scruples.

Where there are scruples there can be no power.

On that text he preached often to the young men.

It was his doctrine, and he, himself, was a shining example of its truth.
Night after night he went home thus, after a day of toil and pleasure, drunk with the sound of his own voice celebrating his own prosperity.