Quotes About Exploration

I tramp a perpetual journey.

Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

The untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became...

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.

To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls. -from Song of the Open Road

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.

Give me such shows--give me the streets of Manhattan!

Though he would sometimes not touch a book for a week, he generally spent part of each day in reading…if he sat in the library an hour, he would have half a dozen volumes around him, on the table, on chairs and on the floor. He seemed to read a few pages here and a few pages there, and pass from place to place, from volume to volume…sometimes (though very rarely) he would get sufficiently interested in a volume to read it all.

My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, with the twirl of my tongue I encompass words and volumes of words

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the       imperious waves

I wander all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers...

not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, you must travel for yourself.

I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet

In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador

Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.

Do not write the conclusion of a work in your familiar study. You would not find the necessary courage there.

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.

Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of the table; squatting like little children with their twigs and pins, fishing for wonders on the brink of the unknown.

Sometimes everybody touches in the dark. You touch to see what you can stand to touch, what you can to feel with your fingers probing parts you never though you could probably probe - Gray