Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely imp >>
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-cr >>
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. >>
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell. >>
Remorse begets reform. >>
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue. >>
To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.