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.

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it.

Psychoanalysis is that mental illness for which it regards itself as therapy.

You don't even live once.

It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.

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

He who sleeps half a day has won half a life.