“What sort of a life, what sort of a world was this in which I did evil when I intended only the best! And I did evil even when I did nothing, leaving both good and evil in peace. I did evil even in speaking, because I never said what I should have said. I did evil even when I was silent, for it meant that I was living as though I didn’t exist. I did evil because I was alive and didn’t know how to live. I was present in life by chance, and nothing I did was mine.”
Book:The Fortress