I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
So foolish is the heart of man that he ever puts his hope in the future learning nothing from his past errors and fancying that tomorrow must be better than today.
One of the great privileges of having grown up in a middle-class literary English household but having gone to school in the front lines in Southeast London was that I became half-street-urchin and half-good-boy at home. I knew that dichotomy was possible.