“By suggestion and example, I believe children can be helped to hear the many voices about them. Take Time to listen and talk about the voices of the earth and what they mean-the majestic voice of thunder, the winds, the sound of surf or flowing streams.”

Only within the moment of time represented by the present century has one species — man — acquired significant power to alter the nature of the world.

The years of early childhood are the time to prepare the soil.

A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement.

Nowhere on the shore is the relation of a creature to its surroundings a matter of a single cause and effect; each living thing is bound to its world by many threads, weaving the intricate design of the fabric of life.

Nature reserves some of her choice rewards for days when her mood may appear to be somber.

Have we fallen into a mesmerized state that makes us accept as inevitable that which is inferior or detrimental, as though having lost the will or the vision to demand that which is good?

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

The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.

As crude a weapon as a cave man’s club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life. But the sea, though changed in a sinister way, will continue to exist: the threat is rather to life itself.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, “What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew i would never see it again?

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.

It is also an era dominated by industry, in which the right to make a dollar at whatever cost is seldom challenged.

Even in the vast and mysterious reaches of the sea we are brought back to the fundamental truth that nothing lives to itself.

It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

There is no belief, however foolish, that will not gather its faithful adherents who will defend it to the death.

I believe in God, family, and McDonald’s. And in the office, that order is reversed.

But what I believe is that if a person’s individual rights or right to be a part of our economic system is violated under statute, we aggressively go after it. But we don’t issue mandates to businesses that you’ve got to do this and you’ve got to do that.

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc – it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I HAVE ALWAYS believed that each man makes his own happiness and is responsible for his own problems.