“Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy.”

But we are more than logical. We are human beings, and we have faith, and we have hope, and we can work.

I believe that national sovereignties will shrink in the face of universal interdependence.

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.

The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers.

No aquarium, no tank in a marine land, however spacious it may be, can begin to duplicate the conditions of the sea. And no dolphin who inhabits one of those aquariums or one of those marine lands can be considered normal.

If you realize you are only a violin, you can open yourself up to the world by playing your role in the concert.

The sea, the great unifier, is man’s only hope.

We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.

No sooner does man discover intelligence than he tries to involve it in his own stupidity.

We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about – farming replacing hunting.

The sea is the universal sewer.

However fragmented the world, however intense the national rivalries, it is an inexorable fact that we become more interdependent every day.

The real cure for our environmental problems is to understand that our job is to salvage Mother Nature.

People protect what they love.

we will disappear from the face of the globe, to be replaced by the insect.

If we were logical, the future would be bleak, indeed.

The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.

What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

To me, nothing else about a tree is so remarkable as the extreme delicacy of the mechanism by which it grows and lives.

The feminine character, the feminine perceptions, intuitions, delicacy, sympathy, quickness, are more responsive to natural forms and influences than is the masculine mind.

Malta is the only country in the world where the local delicacy is the bread.

Your smile is a delicacy.