Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.

The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.

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.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.