He wouldn’t say pray, as he’d decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn’t really want to hear the answers. - Lois McMaster Bujold

It's never too late while you're breathing.

“The probabilities would now seem to lean that way,” agreed Millisor. “I doubt everything, you see.”
Ethan thought this over. “Encountering the truth must be horribly confusing for you, then.”
Millisor’s lips twitched dryly. “Fortunately, it happens very seldom.”

“Ensign Vorkosigan,” Illyan sighed. It seems you still have a little problem with subordination.”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Do you ever intend to do anything about it besides feel sorry?”
“I can’t help it, sir, if people give me the wrong orders.”