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If you make an error, use it as a stepping stone to a new idea you might not have otherwise discovered. ↗

— Roger von Oech

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What sense would it make or what would it benfit a physician if he discovered the origin of the diseases but could not cure or alleviate them? ↗

— Paracelsus

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The scientific and technological discoveries that have made war so infinitely more terrible for us are part of the same process that has knit us all so much more closely together. ↗

— Lester B. Pearson

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The process of my transformation came to a head with my discovery of St. Francis of Assisi during a pilgrimage I went on with a scout troop from my school. ↗

— Abbe Pierre

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The Spanish troops returned and we could yet discover the grass beaten down in the direction which they went. ↗

— Zebulon Pike

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If there's one thing for which I admire you, it's your original discovery of the Ten Commandments. ↗

— Thomas Reed

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Berry Gordy turned his house into a studio and discovered over 30 acts in the city. And we're famous all over the world. ↗

— Martha Reeves

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Don't forget what I discovered that over ninety percent of all national deficits from 1921 to 1939 were caused by payments for past, present, and future wars. ↗

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

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The initial motivation of the experiment which led to this discovery was a subconscious feeling for the inexhaustible wealth of nature, a wealth that goes far beyond the imagination of man. ↗

— Bruno Rossi

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The rock I'd seen in my life looked dull because in all ignorance I'd never thought to knock it open. People have cracked ordinary New England pegmatite - big, coarse granite - and laid bare clusters of red garnets, or topaz crystals, chrysoberyl, spodumene, emerald. They held in their hands crystals that had hung in a hole in the dark for a billion years unseen. I was all for it. I would lay about me right and left with a hammer, and bash the landscape to bits. I would crack the earth's crust like a piñata and spread to the light the vivid prizes in chunks within. Rock collecting was opening the mountains. It was like diving through my own interior blank blackness to remember the startling pieces of a dream: there was a blue lake, a witch, a lighthouse, a yellow path. It was like poking about in a grimy alley and finding an old, old coin. Nothing was at it seemed. The earth was like a shut eye. Mother's not dead, dear - she's only sleeping. Pry open the thin lid and find a crystalline intelligence inside, a rayed and sidereal beauty. Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetical flowers. They lengthened and spread, adding plane to plane in awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even the stones - maybe only the stones - understood. ↗

— Annie Dillard

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