We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

Oxford is Oxford: not a mere receptacle for youth, like Cambridge. Perhaps it wants its inmates to love it rather than to love one another.

The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much. In public affairs, in the rebuilding of civilization, something less dramatic and emotional is needed, namely tolerance.

I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.