an era dominated by industry, in which the right to make money, at whatever cost to others, is seldom challenged. |
As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life |
Because I was providing parts that weren't available anywhere in the world, within two years it became international and in the last four years I think I've penetrated 23 countries. |
Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea. |
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. |
For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that we use it so little. |
I recognized the need for certain parts that were not available in the open market. |
I wanted to make my own mark. |
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, 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 |
If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow. |
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 |
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 |
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 |
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth. |
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth. |