“The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.”

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.

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 make the proportion of one of these small Water-creatures to a Cheese-mite, to be like that of a Bee to a Horse:

I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect.

I listen to everything from Ravel to the Bee Gees.

The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen.

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bee and he told me about the butcher and my wife.

When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.

People are not ants or bees. We do not reason or love or live or die collectively.

He who does not attempt to make peace / When small discords arise, / Is like the bee’s hive which leaks drops of honey / Soon, the whole hive collapses.