When you became a student at Oxford you realized both your own mortality, in the flow of this near-millennium of students, and also the small particle of immortality that attaches to you when you begin to belong to an immortal place.
What I learned at Oxford has been used to great advantage throughout my business career.
I went to prep school, Eton and Oxford. When people hear that, they think they know you, and you think: 'No, you don't.'
My dad, in particular, was adamant that I should finish my education. He encouraged me to go to Oxford, for instance, and I rather doubt I'd have gone if he hadn't. I would have gone straight back to L.A. and tried to start my career.
Clothing should be like food. There should never be a $5000 sweater. You know what should cost $5000? A car.
While at Oxford in 1999, I met Jonathan Fortier, who is a Montreal-born Canadian. Despite the challenges of a transatlantic relationship, we remained keen on each other and eventually married in 2002.
We have the ability to approach our race like ants, or we have the ability to approach our race like crabs.
People say it takes a village to raise a child. People ask me how my daughter is doing. She’s only doing good if your daughter’s doing good. We’re all one family.
People say I've got a bad reputation. I think I've got the best reputation in the building.
Beauty has been stolen from the people and is being sold back to them as luxury.
Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.
A formative influence on my undergraduate self was the response of a respected elder statesmen of the Oxford Zoology Department when an American visitor had just publicly disproved his favourite theory. The old man strode to the front of the lecture hall, shook the American warmly by the hand and declared in ringing, emotional tones: "My dear fellow, I wish to thank you. I have been wrong these fifteen years." And we clapped our hands red. Can you imagine a Government Minister being cheered in the House of Commons for a similar admission? "Resign, Resign" is a much more likely response!
In fact the experience at Oxford has really helped me later in life.
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.
There are few greater temptations on earth than to stay permanently at Oxford in meditation, and to read all the books in the Bodlean.
Not things, but opinions about things, trouble men.
Time is the only luxury. It's the only thing you can't get back. If you lose your luggage - I'm not gonna say the obvious brand of luggage that I'd normally say because I've got a meeting with them soon - if you lose your expensive luggage at the airport, you can get that back. You can't get the time back.
People say to me 'you're successful, what are you crying about?'. I'm crying about the people. I'm crying about their daughters. Our daughters, as one family. What good is it. What good is anything that everyone can't have. Every ism. They think we're done with racism. What about elitism, what about separatism, what about classism? That's all.
We've been sold a concept of joy through advertising. It was somehow sold to us through a Gucci bag or something.
A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.
I'm an Einstein of the streets and an Oxford scholar of common sense.
Ralston looked down his long, elegant nose at the vile creature at his feet, and said, “You just impugned the honor of my future marchioness. Choose your seconds. I will see you at dawn.” Leaving Oxford sputtering on the ground, Ralston spun on one elegant heel to face Benedick. “When I am done with him, I am coming for your sister. And, if you intend to keep me from her, you had better have an army at your side.
The greatest gift that Oxford gives her sons is, I truly believe, a genial irreverence toward learning, and from that irreverence love may spring.
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art, would have been to become Picasso or greater. That always sounds so funny to people, comparing yourself to someone in the past that has done so much, and in your life you’re not even allowed to think that you can do as much. That’s a mentality that suppresses humanity.
Time is the only thing you can't buy.
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