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.
The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.
???For all at last returns to the sea to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the everflowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.???
Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of man
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life
For the first time in the history of the world, every human being is now subjected to contact with dangerous chemicals, from the moment of conception until death.
The human race is challenged more than ever before to demonstrate our mastery - not over nature but of ourselves
In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference
The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.
A Who's Who of pesticides is therefore of concern to us all. If we are going to live so intimately with these chemicals eating and drinking them, taking them into the very marrow of our bones - we had better know something about their nature and their power.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.
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.
Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?
It is ironic to think that man might determine his own future by something so seemingly trivial as the choice of an insect spray.
We have been troubled about the world, and had almost lost faith in man; it helps to think about the long history of the earth, and of how life came to be. And when we think in terms of millions of years, we are not so impatient that our own problems be solved tomorrow.
Any concept of biology is not only sterile and profitless, it is distorted and untrue, if it puts its primary focus on unnatural conditions rather than on those vast forces not of man's making that shape and channel the nature and direction of life.
The aim of science is to discover and illuminate truth. And that, I take it, is the aim of literature, whether biography or history or fiction. It seems to me, then, that there can be no separate literature of science.
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.