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

Most new discoveries are suddenly-seen things that were always there.

What one man can invent another can discover.

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.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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.

A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

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

New things are always ugly.

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