Read moreOxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another.
Read moreWe are all like Scheherazade’s husband, in that we want to know what happens next.
Read moreIt is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
Read moreThose who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
Read moreFor our vanity is such that we hold our own characters immutable, and we are slow to acknowledge that they have changed, even for the better.
Read moreHow can I know what I think till I see what I say?