Quotes About Exploration

We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for.

Of what use is a book that never transports us beyond all books

Did I seek where the wind bites keenest, learn to live where no one lives, in the desert where only the polar bear lives, unlearn to pray and curse, unlearn man and god, become a ghost flitting across the glaciers?

The labyrinthine man never seeks the truth but always and only his Ariadne.

He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong: so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.

Only when he has attained a final knowledge of all things will man have come to know himself. For things are only the boundaries of man.

Since I grew weary of the search I taught myself to find instead Since cross winds caused my ship to lurch I sail with all winds straight ahead.

I love to lose myself for a while.

Thereafter Zarathustra went on again for two hours, trusting to the path and the light of the stars:

I undertook something that not everyone may undertake: I descended into the depths, I bored into the foundations

do not belong to those who only get their thoughts from books, or at the prompting of books,-it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

the secret of realizing the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment of existence is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships out into uncharted seas! Live in conflict with your equals and with yourselves! Be robbers and ravagers as long as you cannot be rulers and owners, you men of knowledge!…(283).

Human society: it is an experiment, this I teach — a long search: but it searches for the commander! — an experiment, oh my brothers! And not a "contract"!

Já não amo, pois, senão o país dos meus filhos, a terra incógnita entre mares longínquos; é essa que a minha vela deve incessantemente, procurar.

adventurers and circumnavigators of that inner world which is called "human being

The Mouser grinned as he poked about with his gaze at the nastily slimed cobbles and the dead bodies and the scattered hardware. "Cat's Claw must be here somewhere," he muttered, "and I did hear the chink of gold.…" "You'd feel a penny under the tongue of a man you were strangling!" Fafhrd told him angrily.

Then he turned and headed straight for home, but he took the long way, around the world.

Then the hut was moving inland too on its five spindly legs. It turned around, so that its door faced away from them, and its speed increased, its legs moving nimbly as those of a cockroach, and was soon lost amongst the tangle of thorn and seahawk trees. So ended the first encounter of the Mouser and his comrade Fafhrd with Sheelba of the Eyeless Face.

Whoever'd think, Mr. Wong, they could put nine hours and maybe ten of good, good darkness into such a tiny time-capsule, a gelatin spaceship bound for the stars.

This time their preparations were well thought out. The Mouser carried a mallet and a stout iron pry-bar, in case they had to attack masonry, and made certain that candles, flint, wedges, chisels, and several other small tools were in his pouch. Fafhrd borrowed a pick from the peasant's implements and tucked a coil of thin, strong rope in his belt. He also took his bow and quiver of arrows.

THE MAD ROBOT, by William P. McGivern Originally published in Amazing Stories, January 1944. CHAPTER I Rick Weston arrived at the Earth space-port outside Greater New York at six o'clock in the morning. He was driven directly to the mooring tower where his slim, fast pursuit single-seater was being readied for his trip to Jupiter

THE ROBOT MEN OF BUBBLE CITY, by Rog Phillips Originally published in Fantastic Adventures, July 1949. Turlogh Hogan pressed the stud that raised the parabolic projector but of its recess in the hull of his ship. The second the light on the panel flashed on, signaling the projector was in operating position, he flicked the relay button that sent the ultra-high frequency current through its opposing coils.

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look

Learning another cuisine is like learning a language. In the beginning, you know nothing about its most basic rules of grammar. You experience it as a flood of words, or dishes, without system or structure.