For what I do is not the good thing that I desire to do; but the evil thing that I desire not to do, is what I constantly do.
And constantly, day and night, he remained among the tombs or on the hills, shrieking, and mangling himself with sharp stones.
For what I do, I do not recognize as my own action. What I desire to do is not what I do, but what I am averse to is what I do.