Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous >>
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. >>
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The past, though it cannot be relived, can always be repaired. >>
Yesterday is a canceled check: Forget it. Tomorrow is a promissory not >>
You must never regret what might have been. The past that did not happ >>
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.