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

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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.

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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

New things are always ugly.

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

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

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.