A love that does not discriminate seems to me to forfeit a part of its own value, by doing an injustice to its object; and secondly, not all men are worthy of love.

I became aware of my destiny: to belong to the critical minority as opposed to the unquestioning majority.

Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.

The communal life of human beings had . . . a two-fold foundation: the compulsion to work, which was created by external necessity, and the power of love.

I have never doubted that religious phenomena are only to be understood on the pattern of the individual neurotic symptoms familiar to us.

The voice of reason is small, but very persistent.

The game replaces sexual enjoyment by pleasure in movement.