The sea is mother-death, and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

The mansion of modern freedoms stands on an ever-expanding base of fossil-fuel use.

It’s only the futility of the first flood that prevents God from sending a second.

Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns –
Adds poignancy to Winter

When nature is overriden, she takes her revenge.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

Nature never jests.

Before the earth could become an industrial garbage can, it had first to become a research laboratory.

Are we not ourselves nature, nature without end?

There is something stirring in the way civilization gapes like a savage at the achievements of nature.

Man’s great mission is not to conquer nature by main force but to cooperate with her intelligently but lovingly for his own purposes.

We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.

In tampering with the earth, we tamper with a mystery.