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

What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole, the keyhole of nature, trying to know what’s going on.

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

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.

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

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

If we go on the way we have, the fault is our greed and if we are not willing to change.

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

Mankind has probably done more damage to the Earth in the 20th century than in all of previous human history.

It takes generosity to discover the whole through others.

From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free.

If we go on the way we have, the fault is our greed and if we are not willing to change.

A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.

It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.

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.

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.

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.