New things are always ugly.

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

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

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

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

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

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