"And certainly from you, O Lord, before whose eyes the depth of human conscience is laid bare, what in me could be hidden although I were unwilling to confess it to you? I could not then be hiding myself from you, but you from myself. But now when my groaning witnesses to my displeasure with myself you shine out on me and you are pleasing to me, loved and desired so that I am ashamed of myself and renounce myself and choose you and, except in you, can please neither you nor myself. Whatever I am, therefore, O Lord, is laid bare before you. And the benefit I derive from confessing to you, I have stated... For when I am wicked, to confess to you is to be displeased with myself; but when I am good to confess to you is not to attribute this goodness to myself: since you, O Lord, bless the just, but first you convert him from ungodliness to justice... They [mankind] are a race very curious about the lives of others, very slothful in improving their own."
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(Augustine of Hippo, Selected Writings, Paulist Press, Confessions, Book 10:2, pp. 122-123)