Daily quote by Error

• Behold, now let my heart confess to thee what it was seeking there, when I was being gratuitously wanton, having no inducement to evil but the evil itself. It was foul, and I loved it. I loved my own undoing. I loved my error—not that for which I erred but the error itself. A depraved soul, falling away from security in thee to destruction in itself, seeking nothing from the shameful deed but shame itself.
  • Augustine of Hippo, Confessions, A. Outler, trans. (Dover: 2002), Book 2, Chapter 4, p. 25