Regret is the most useless thing in the world. One cannot recall anything. And one cannot rectify anything. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

I&#39;m doing what I have to do. I want everyone to know that I love them.

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning.

Nowadays when a good-looking woman flirts with me, however idly, I guffaw like some ruddy English lord, haw haw, har har, harr harr.

Written By Walker Percy

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