With knowing comes caring.

With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live.

We need to respect the oceans and take care of them as if our lives depended on it. Because they do.

The oceans deserve our respect and care, but you have to know something before you can care about it.

Our past, our present, and whatever remains of our future, absolutely depend on what we do now.

No water, no life. No blue, no green.

Sharks are beautiful animals, and if you're lucky enough to see lots of them, that means that you're in a healthy ocean. You should be afraid if you are in the ocean and don't see sharks.

Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.

Far and away, the greatest threat to the ocean, and thus to ourselves, is ignorance. But we can do something about that.

I have lots of heroes: anyone and everyone who does whatever they can to leave the natural world better than they found it.

If the sea is sick, we'll feel it. If it dies, we die. Our future and the state of the oceans are one.

It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

It is the nature of human that we tend to pass our pain along. As if we could get rid of it by inflicting an equal hurt on someone else.

The ultimate experience of being mindful occurs when we forget about everything, even the mindful self and doing. In that mode we are full of energy, utterly self-generated.

Life is not what you alone make it. Life is the input of everyone who touched your life and every experience that entered it. We are all part of one another.

Trust me. I haven't been wrong yet.

My sons are precious to me and I have tried incredibly hard to strike the right balance between work and home life while being acutely aware that I haven't always got it right.

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.

Mostly, I make sure to stay keenly aware of my own shortcomings so that I am more patient with others.

Bells, the poor man's only music.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.