Regrets and recriminations only hurt your soul.

We as often repent the good we have done as the ill.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

Let us not burden our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.

To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.