Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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

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

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

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 atavistic urge toward danger persists and its satisfaction is called adventure.

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

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