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

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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