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

What one man can invent another can discover.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

The unknown is the largest need of the intellect.

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

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

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

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

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