In the end, Rostenkowski once lamented to a friend, "I'm going to jail for sending a guy a rocking chair."

Even with friendly critics, Beckett once lamented, "It's all misunderstanding."

Mussolini once lamented that his was a nation of waiters.

Reeve once lamented the trend of sports writers creating articles which simply consisted of nothing more than the coach's opinions on the game.

"I wonder how long it will be before nature and man accept each other again," he once lamented.

Rochelle, who once lamented that she never got to play outside, looked sad and said she would not do anything.

Struzan once lamented on the decline of traditional art in an e-mail exchange:

"My name has overtaken my work," he once lamented.

Nicholas once lamented, "I know nothing of the business of ruling."

He once lamented that at convocation ceremonies at black universities, the music would be Bach, not gospel.