Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.

Through the window of my mask I see a wall of coral, its surface a living kaleidoscope of lilac flecks, splashes of gold, reddish streaks and yellows, all tinged by the familiar transparent blue of the sea.

All life is part of a complex relationship in which each is dependent upon the others, taking from, giving to and living with all the rest.

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.

We are human beings, and we have faith, and we have hope

We are living in an interminable succession of absurdities imposed by the myopic logic of short-term thinking.

We know how to organize warfare, but do we know how to act when confronted with peace?