Saturday, October 24, 2009

The house of my soul is too small to let you in; you will have to expand it. It lies in ruins; you will have to rebuild it. There are things in it, I know and confess, that are offensive to your sight. But who will clean it up? To whom else besides you can I cry out, "Clear me from my hidden faults...?"

St Augustine. THE CONFESSIONS OF AUGUSTINE IN MODERN ENGLISH (edited by sherwood wirt).


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