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

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

What one man can invent another can discover.

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

The unknown is the largest need of the intellect.

New things are always ugly.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!