The psychical, whatever its nature may be, is itself unconscious.
We believe that civilization has been created under the pressure of the exigencies of life at the cost of satisfaction of the instincts.
We have long observed that every neurosis has the result, and therefore probably the purpose, of forcing the patient out of real life, of alienating him from actuality.
What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.
The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any civilization.
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.
What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.
Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to us to be.
Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.
The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.
Men are strong so long as they represent a strong idea they become powerless when they oppose it.
Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.
Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs, he is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times.