“Of Paradise I cannot speak properly, for I have not been there; and that I regret.”
“I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.”
“No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.”
“I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.”
“That day, I began to be incredulous. Or, rather, I regretted having been credulous. I regretted having allowed myself to be borne away by a passion of the mind. Such is credulity. ”
“I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.”