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.

As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life - a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways. These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no "high-minded orientation," no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper.

To understand the living present, and the promise of the future, it is necessary to remember the past.

Have we fallen into a mesmerized state that makes us accept as inevitable that which is inferior or detrimental, as though having lost the will or the vision to demand that which is good?

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

Darling -- I suppose the world would consider us absolutely crazy, but it is wonderful to feel that way, isn't it? Sort of a perpetual springtime in our hearts.