If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.
A sympathetic Scot summed it all up very neatly in the remark, "You should make a point of trying every experience once, excepting incest and folk dancing."
Nothing is more conducive to peace of mind than not having any opinions at all.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim".