Hayat başkalarının hatalarını yüklenemeyecek kadar kısaydı. Herkes kendi hayatını yaşıyor ve bu hayatı yaşamanın bedelini ödüyordu. Acı olansa, insanın çoğu zaman tek bir hata için çok fazla bedel ödemek zorunda kalmasıydı. Aslına bakılırsa, insan tek bir hata için sürekli bedel ödeyip duruyordu. Kader, insanla olan alışverişinde alacak defterini hiçbir zaman kapatmıyordu.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

I don’t regret for a single moment having lived for pleasure. I did it to the full, as one should do everything that one does. There was no pleasure I did not experience.

It is chiefly, I regret to say, through journalism that such people find expression. I regret it because there is much to be said in favour of modern journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.

We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.

Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.

The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

It is better to repent a sin than regret the loss of a pleasure.