Often while playing, playing good, inoffensive, permissible games, I became too excited and violent for my sisters to put up with; this led to arguments and unhappiness, and when anger overcame me at such times, I was a terror, doing and saying things whose vileness I felt deeply and painfully at the very moment I did and said them. Then came vexing, dark hours of regret and contrition, and then the awful moment when I asked to be forgiven Demian

“We are no other than a moving row / Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go.” Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Loyalty gives traitors opportunity. Oedipus

What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind? Don Quixote