In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?

The human race is challenged more than ever before to demonstrate our mastery, not over nature but of ourselves.

Only within the moment of time represented by the present century has one species -- man -- acquired significant power to alter the nature of the world.

The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance.

Nowhere on the shore is the relation of a creature to its surroundings a matter of a single cause and effect; each living thing is bound to its world by many threads, weaving the intricate design of the fabric of life.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.