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

What one man can invent another can discover.

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

New things are always ugly.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

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

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

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

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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

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