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

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

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

New things are always ugly.

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

The unknown is the largest need of the intellect.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

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