Rachel Carson

This world of ours is a new world, in which the unit of measure is one million years.

The history of life on earth has been a history of interaction between living things and their surroundings.

It is not my intention to write a technical book; rather, I hope to convey a sense of the beauty and mystery of the sea.

The balance of nature is not a simple matter of blind forces.

The earth is not a machine that just happened to work by accident.

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

Chemicals are the sinister and little-recognized partners of radiation in changing the very nature of the world.

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

A Who’s Who of pesticides is therefore of concern to us all.

We urgently need an end to these false assurances, to the sugar coating of unpalatable facts.

The young may not know much about the natural world, but they have a vital sense of wonder.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.

The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.

Only within the 20th Century has biological thought come to invest the term 'life' with that extraordinary and wide diversity of meaning.

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.

The ocean molds the coast, but the coast also molds the ocean.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair.

The marvelous is as nothing without the useful.

The sea has been called a desert, but it is a desert of water, not of land.