The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a star.

Most new discoveries are suddenly-seen things that were always there.

When they shout “Long live progress,” always ask, “Progress of what?”

I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes.

I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas and land on barbarous coasts.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. 

They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.

The unknown is the largest need of the intellect.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.