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

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

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

Nothing is wasted in the sea; every particle of material is used over and over again, first by one creature, then by another. And when in spring the waters are deeply stirred, the warm bottom water brings to the surface a rich supply of minerals, ready for use by new forms of life.

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

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.

I still feel there is a case to be made for my old belief that as man approaches the 'new heaven and the new earth' -- or the space-age universe, if you will, he must do so with humility rather than with arrogance.