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.

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

To sum it all up, I must say that I regret nothing.

The soul that is within me no man can degrade.

I don't regret anything.

I have no apology for loving myself.

I feel no qualms; no pride, no remorse. There is only a weary indifference that will follow me through the war.

Peace be with you and yours, I am grown very old and weak, and my limbs are feeble. Many were around me when I was born, but now I am going alone. I know not why I am or wherefore I came into the world. I bewail the moments which I have spent forgetful of God’s worship. I have not done well by the country or its people. My years have gone by profitless. God has been in my heart, yet my darkened eyes have not recognized his light. Life is transient, and the lost moment never comes back. There is no hope for me in the future. The fever is gone: but only skin and dried flesh are mine. ... The army is confounded and without heart or help, even as I am: apart from God, with no rest for the heart. They know not whether they have a King or not. Nothing brought I into this world, but I carry away with me the burthen of my sins. I know not what punishment be in store for me to suffer. Though my trust is in the mercy and goodness of God, I deplore my sins. When I have lost hope in myself, how can I hope in other! – Come what will, I have launched my bark upon the waters. ... Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!

I was born under a lucky star, and I have nothing whatsoever to regret. I wouldn’t change a thing about my life.

Know that my soul is immortal. Know this for yourself

No, I do know that I was born
To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:
But I will bear these with that scorn
As shall not need thy false relief.

Nor for my peace will I go far,
As wanderers do, that still do roam;
But make my strengths, such as they are,
Here in my bosom, and at home.

I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pester’d the world ever convince me to the contrary.

I don’t regret knowing myself, ma’am. I don’t even regret…being myself.

I refuse to repent, and I won't plague myself over what is done and past