If youth knew; if age could.
Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief.
Just as a cautious businessman avoids investing all his capital in one concern, so wisdom would probably admonish us also not to anticipate all our happiness from one quarter alone.
It is impossible to overlook the extent to which civilization is built upon a renunciation of instinct.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
Love and work... work and love, that's all there is.
The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what is shown to him.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is "What does a woman want?"
The goal towards which the pleasure principle impels us - of becoming happy - is not attainable: yet we may not - nay, cannot - give up the efforts to come nearer to realization of it by some means or other.
The goal of all life is death.
The first requisite of civilization is that of justice.
Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity.
The ego is not master in its own house.