The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

Chess problems demand from the composer the same virtues that characterize all worthwhile art: originality, invention, conciseness, harmony, complexity, and splendid insincerity

And the rest is rust and stardust.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

At a very early stage of the novel's development I get this urge to collect bits of straw and fluff, and to eat pebbles. Nobody will ever discover how clearly a bird visualizes, or if it visualizes at all, the future nest and the eggs in it.

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle.