One Is Always Nearer By Not Keeping

Much That Is Natural, To The Will Must Yield. Men Manufacture Both Machine And Soul, And Use What They Imperfectly Control To Dare A Future From The Taken Routes.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

I Deliberately Wrote A Poem In My Last Book Where I Was Suggesting That There Are Other Passions As Great As Or More Important Than The Passion Of Sex.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.