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

Conservation is a cause that has no end. There is no point at which we will say our work is finished.

Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

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.

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.

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.

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.

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.

Do not let selfish men or greedy interests skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its romance.

Everyone smiles in the same language.

There are no bad pictures; that’s just how your face looks sometimes.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

She’s kind of a walking poem, she’s this perfect beauty but at the same time very deep, very smart.