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

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

The unknown is the largest need of the intellect.

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

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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

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

New things are always ugly.

What one man can invent another can discover.