Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.

He had that rarest of all things, common sense.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

The only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P