How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

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

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

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. 

What one man can invent another can discover.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

New things are always ugly.

Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable desire to seek the truth.

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