Quotes on Regret Nothing

The perfect man uses his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing. It regrets nothing. It receives but does not keep.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.