Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it
Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in adversity
Remorse is the punishment of crime; repentance, its expiation. The former appertains to a tormented conscience; the latter to a soul changed for the better
Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything
Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival
There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.

The Winding Stair and Other Poems, 1933. A Dialogue of Self and Soul


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."