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

How gloriously legible are the constellations of the heavens!

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

What one man can invent another can discover.

Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.

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

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?”

New things are always ugly.

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