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

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.

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.

I’d go from scientist to scientist to scientist, like a bee goes from flower to flower.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.