The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

A lot of people attack the sea, I make love to it.

Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.

The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.

We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about - farming replacing hunting.

The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.