The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance.

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.

It is not half so important to know as to feel.

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

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.

We still talk in terms of conquest. We still haven't become mature enough to think of ourselves as only a tiny part of a vast and incredible universe. Man's attitude toward nature is today critically important simply because we have now acquired a fateful power to alter and destroy nature. But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

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