Moderation becomes a crime; to be prudent is to be perfidious.

New demagogues, without temperance, because without principle, outstrip you in the moment of your greatest services.
The public is the grave of a great man's deeds; it is never sated; its maw is eternally open; it perpetually craves for more.

Where, in the history of the world, do you find the gratitude of a people?
You find fervour, it is true, but not gratitude,--the fervour that exaggerates a benefit at one moment, but not the gratitude that remembers it the next year.

Once disappoint them, and all your actions, all your sacrifices, are swept from their remembrance forever; they break the windows of the very house they have given you, and melt down their medals into bullets.
Who serves man, ruler or peasant, serves the ungrateful; and all the ambitious are but types of a Wolsey or a De Witt." "And what," said Trevylyan, "consoles a man in the ills that flesh is heir to, in that state of obscure repose, that serene inactivity to which you would confine him?
Is it not his conscience?
Is it not his self-acquittal, or his self-approval ?" "Doubtless," replied Vane.
"Be it so," answered the high-souled Trevylyan; "the same consolation awaits us in action as in repose.

We sedulously pursue what we deem to be true glory.