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

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

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.

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.

When we go down to the low-tide line, we enter a world that is as old as the earth itself - the primeval meeting place of the elements of earth and water, a place of compromise and conflit and eternal change.

The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance.

It is ironic to think that man might determine his own future by something so seemingly trivial as the choice of an insect spray.