The best thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.
The only information we can legitimately derive from aesthetic and moral experiences is information about our own mental and physical make-up.
They just keep trotting back and forth across the bridge thinking there is something better on the other side. If they'd hang head down at the top of the thing and wait quietly, maybe something good would come along. But no—with men it's rush, rush, rush, every minute. I'm glad I'm a sedentary spider.
