Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

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.

What one man can invent another can discover.

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

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

New things are always ugly.

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

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