“But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.”

Always the edge of the sea remains an elusive and indefinable boundary. The shore has a dual nature, changing with the swing of the tides, belonging now to the land, now to the sea.

The most alarming of all man’s assaults upon the environment is the contamination of air, earth, rivers, and sea with dangerous and even lethal materials.

Only as a child’s awareness and reverence for the wholeness of life are developed can his humanity to his own kind reach its full development.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.

Now I truly believe that we in this generation must come to terms with nature, and I think we’re challenged, as mankind has never been challenged before, to prove our maturity and our mastery, not of nature but of ourselves.

Knowing what I do, there would be no future peace for me if I kept silent. It is, in the deepest sense, a privilege as well as a duty to speak out to many thousands of people.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

In nature nothing exists alone.

If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

Drink in the beauty and wonder at the meaning of what you see.

Beginnings are apt to be shadowy.

Those who love and free nature are never alone.

Then the song of a whitethroat, pure and ethereal, with the dreamy quality of remembered joy.

We still talk in terms of conquest. We still haven’t become mature enough to think of ourselves as only a tiny part of a vast and incredible universe.

To understand the living present, and the promise of the future, it is necessary to remember the past.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

The state of nothingness ends, but the longing for it never does!

Will you wither or will you thrive when the sun hides behind clouds?

And when I pour myself unafraid like the shatter had a purpose I become the wave.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

To love is to repeat, and yet there will never be a repetition.

Do it for you. Because saving yourself – is already saving the world.

We are all lost souls searching for someone to call home.

For being still can either bring one clarity or chaos. You decide what the silence is worth.