My law-givers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.
You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.
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.
A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist.
Money pads the edges of things.
Ulysses ... is a dogged attempt to cover the universe with mud, an inverted Victorianism, an attempt to make crossness and dirt succeed where sweetness and light failed, a simplification of the human character in the interests of Hell.