Humanity is the washerwoman of society that wrings out its dirty laundry in tears.

In Berlin, things are serious but not hopeless. In Vienna, they are hopeless but not serious.

So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.

War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.

Most people are sick. But only a few know that this is something they can be proud of. These are the psychoanalysts.

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

I am already so popular that anyone who vilifies me becomes more popular than I am.