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

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.

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.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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