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.
E. M. ForsterI never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.
E. M. ForsterA facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.
E. M. ForsterThe idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard -it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.
E. M. Forster