Rachel Carson

The earth is a living organism, and we are all a part of it.

The sea is a place of constant change, and it is always full of life.

The sea is a place of endless beauty and wonder, and it is always full of surprises.

The earth is a precious gift, and we should treat it with respect.

The sea is a place of constant motion, and it is always full of life.

The earth is a living planet, and we are all a part of it.

In nature nothing exists alone.

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 timberland birds that migrate with the season—this is a kind of personal fulfillment in earthly things.

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 ocean's beauty, no ear for its sounds, no heart for its wonder, then it is no wonder he sees the sea as a hostile force.

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides; the daily waxing and waning of the moon; the yearly changes of season; the periodic return of the spring; the regular rhythm of the biological clock—these are all essential to life.

We cannot have an economy that poisons its core life-support systems and expect it to survive.

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.

If facts are the seeds that later grow and flourish into a mass of knowledge, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.

The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe.

Like the resource it seeks to exploit, man's own energy must be renewable.

The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we are doing eighty miles an hour.

No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.