“Our survival is no more than a question of 25, 50 or perhaps 100 years.”

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.

Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.

We are facing a formidable enemy in this field. It is the hunters… and to convince them to leave their guns on the wall is going to be very difficult.

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

I am not a scientist. I am, rather, an impresario of scientists.

When one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has no right to keep it to himself.

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

The awareness of our environment came progressively in all countries with different outlets.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

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

The biggest obstacle was mixing abortion with overpopulation. These are two things that have nothing to do with each other.

When I got my Nobel Prize, I had spent hardly 200 rupees on my equipment.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.

One step in the right direction is better than a hundred years of thinking about it.

Rich people see every dollar as a “seed” that can be planted to earn a hundred more dollars, which can then be replanted to earn a thousand more dollars.

As a woman of color, I always have to be at 150 percent and better than everybody in the room to be considered competent.

And I imagine, that [ten hundred thousand] of these little Creatures do not equal an ordinary grain of Sand in bigness: And comparing them with a Cheese-mite (which may be seen to move with the naked eye)

Back of ninety-nine out of one-hundred assertions that a thing cannot be done is nothing, but the unwillingness to do it.

If a hundred-foot oak tree had the mind of a human, it would only grow to be ten feet tall!