Regret always comes too late.
There's something about regret that hits you where it hurts the most, that drags you down and keeps you there longer than you really want to.
There are so many people I have to apologise to, for being a nasty grouch of a major disappointment.
I apologise.

Perhaps when one realises that the steamboat one drives is not quite as fast as the speedboats, its time to look at the sampans instead.

It's time for a reform.