The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

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

There are truths that prove their discoverers witless.

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

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

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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.