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

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.

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.

We are in the midst of a once-in-a-century credit tsunami. Central banks and governments are being required to take unprecedented measures.

Being a Christian does not mean that there is one way of living a Christian life.

I am often thought of as being remarkably bright, and yet my brains, more often than not, are busily devising new and interesting ways of bringing my enemies to sudden, gagging, writhing, agonizing death.

But we’ve got all the language wrong and made this divide between secularism and spirituality, whereas instead it’s about being human.

Growing up, I never gave a thought to being a writer.

If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be roses all the way.

Listening is being able to be changed by the other person.

Quite possibly there would be no other human beings left to be concerned about anything else.