“My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.”

The ego is not master in its own house.

In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

The interpretation of Dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

When a man is freed of religion, he has a better chance to live a normal and wholesome life.

It is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it.

The unconscious mind is that strange sub-world revealed through dreams, lapses, or Freudian slips. “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Crystals reveal their hidden structures only when broken.

The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any civilization.

Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.

Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind because they drink at streams which we have not yet made accessible to science.

Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

It is not attention that the child is seeking, but love.

Where id was, there ego shall be.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.

Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.