I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas and land on barbarous coasts.

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

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

What one man can invent another can discover.

New things are always ugly.

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

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

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

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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