Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
When we dead awaken… We see that we have never lived.[Når vi døde vaagner… Vi ser, at vi aldrig har levet.]
What’s done cannot be undone.
What we have we prize not to the worth whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, why, then we rack the value, then we find the virtue that possession would not show us whiles it was ours.
The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away.
Regrets are vain, and all may not yet be lost.
Regret is mostly caused by not having done anything. the mind barks like a dog.
Regret is a waste of time.
Past and to come seems best, things present worst.
One knows so little. When one knows more, it is too late.
O, had I but followed the arts!
