The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers. Our survival is no more than a question of 25, 50 or perhaps 100 years.

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

Buoyed by water, he can fly in any direction - up, down, sideways - by merely flipping his hand. Under water, man becomes an archangel.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

We must go and see for ourselves.

I believe that national sovereignties will shrink in the face of universal interdependence.

When we return wild animals to nature, we merely return them to what is already theirs. For man cannot give wild animals freedom, they can only take it away.