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

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

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

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

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

New things are always ugly.

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

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

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