Confessions - pg. 24

Behold my heart, O my God; behold my heart, which Thou hadst pity
upon when in bottomless pit. Behold, now, let my heart tell Thee what it was
seeking there, that I should be gratuitously wanton, having no inducement to
evil but the evil itself. It was foul, and I loved it. I loved to perish. I
loved my own error -- not that for which I erred, but the error itself. Base
soul, falling from Thy firmament to utter destruction -- not seeking aught
through the shame but the shame itself!