Sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves.
Situations reveal the truth about us to others, and even more to ourselves.[Les occasions nous font connaître aux autres, et encore plus à nous-mêmes.]
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
Name the greatest of all the inventors: Accident.
It’s life that matters, nothing but life – the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.[Дело в жизни, в одной жизни, – в открывании ее, беспрерывном и вечном, а совсем не в открытии!]
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find – at the age of fifty, say – that a whole new life has opened before you.
Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honoured by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
Be sure thy sin will find thee out.
All we discover has been with us since the sun began to roll; and much we discover, is not worth the discovering.
A great discovery does not issue from a scientist’s brain ready-made, like Minerva springing fully armed from Jupiter’s head; it is the fruit of an accumulation of preliminary work.
“The moment of discovery” does not always exist: the scientist’s work is too tenuous, too divided, for the certainty of success to crackle out suddenly in the midst of his laborious toil like a stroke of lightening, dazzling him by its fire.
