"What indeed can be more pitiful than a wretch with no pity for himself, weeping at the death of Dido, which was caused by love for Aeneas, and not weeping at his own death, caused by lack of love of you, God, light of my heart, bread of the inner mouth of my soul, strength of my mind and quickness of my thoughts?" Book I, Chap. 1

"Where was I, and how far was I banished from the delights of your house in that sixteenth year of my flesh when the madness of lust (forbidden by your laws but too much countenanced by human shamelessness) held complete sway over me and to this madness I surrendered myself entirely!" Book II, Chap. 2

"And so I muddled over the clear spring of friendship with the dirt of physical desire and clouded over its brightness with the dark hell of lust." Book...