Remorse is a violent dyspepsia of the mind.
Some debts are fun when you are acquiring them, but none are fun when you set about retiring them.
I think remorse ought to stop biting the consciences that feed it.
The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.
People who have what they want are fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it.
