Every minute you are thinking of evil, you might have been thinking of good instead. Refuse to pander to a morbid interest in your own misdeeds. Pick yourself up, be sorry, shake yourself, and go on again.
The more rational statement is that we feel sorry becuase we strike, afraid becuase we tremble, and not that we cry, strike, or tremble becuase we are sorry, angry, or fearful as the case may be.
There''s one sad truth in life I''ve found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.