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

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

New things are always ugly.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

What one man can invent another can discover.

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

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