Art is something that is so perfectly clear that no one comprehends it.

Humanity and bestiality: when will the former finally be uttered with the flavor of hate and the latter with the flavor of love? Does a lion tear his fellow lion to pieces?

My request that my writing be read twice has aroused great indignation. Unjustly so. After all, I do not ask that they be read once.

Squeeze human nature into the straitjacket of criminal justice and crime will appear.

If children had been told that they could not blow their noses, this alone would make adults blush.

The ultimate aim of psychoanalysis is to attribute art to mental weakness, and then to trace the weakness back to the point where, according to analytic dogma, it originated namely, the lavatory.

I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear.