Rachel Levine

In nature nothing exists alone.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

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.

There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.

To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds... is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.

The sea lies all about us. The commerce of all lands must cross it. The very winds that move over the lands have been cradled on its broad expanse and seek ever to return to it.

If a visitor has no eyes for the beauty of the sea, then he has no business on the seashore.

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, as there is, they are in the direction of the shore.

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 that we seem to have lost.

The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a bush, with its great winds and waves, its storms and calms, its currents and tides.

We cannot face a future in which the great powers of nature have been tamed, and the mysteries of life solved, without a sense of awe and reverence.

The 'control of nature' is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of man.

Man's attitude toward nature is today critically important simply because we have now acquired a fateful power to alter and destroy nature.

A child's world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.

The sea does not reward those who are too impatient, too filled with movement and tumult; it is only to those who are patient that she reveals her secrets.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

The balance of nature is not a simple matter of justice or fair play.

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?

The human race is challenged more than ever before to demonstrate our mastery, not over nature but of ourselves.