It is but sorrow to be wise when wisdom profits not.

…but I never shall be very wise, I'm afraid.

I can see that you spoke in ignorance, and I bitterly regret that I should have been so petty as to take offence where none was intended.

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

Well, I'd rather be unhappy than have the sort of false, lying happiness you were having here.

I regret having been the bearer of ambiguous tidings.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

I'd rather end up wishing I hadn’t than end up wishing I had.

I would rather make mistakes in kindness and compassion than work miracles in unkindness and hardness.

Alas, how terrible is wisdom
when it brings no profit to the man that's wise!
This I knew well, but had forgotten it,
else I would not have come here.

What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless.

What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

I had rather seem mad and a sluggard, so that my defects are agreeable to myself, or that I am not pinfully conscious of them, than be wise, and chaptious.