New things are always ugly.

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

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

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. 

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!

Appearances are a glimpse of the obscure.

What one man can invent another can discover.

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