For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.
Play fair. Don't hit people. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody
Now, say you're sorry...and MEAN it!-
Love is always having to say I'm sorry.
If I've done anything I'm sorry for, I'm willing to be forgiven.
I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means -- except by getting off his back.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for a might have been.
Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being the helpless prey of impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, and crowning injury inflicts upon him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.
I feel sorry for the person who can't get genuinely excited about his work. Not only will he never be satisfied, but he will never achieve anything worthwhile.