Regret (n.) is a denial of the soul, for to regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development, to deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
Regret (n.) is worried about too often. One discovers only too late that the only thing one never regrets are one's mistakes.
Regret (n.) is a waste — to regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
Regret (n.) is a luxury that, with the recollection of a pleasure, is all that remains once the body has sinned and done with its sin.
Regret (n.) is felt even for the loss of one's worst habits. Perhaps they are regretted the most. They are such an essential part of one's personality.