Men have gained control over the forces of nature to such an extent that with their help they would have no difficulty exterminating one another to the last man. They know this, and hence comes a large part of their current unrest, their unhappiness and their mood of anxiety.

In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

I have found little 'good' about human beings. In my experience, most of them are trash.

The first requisite of civilization, therefore, is that of justice — that is, the assurance that a law once made will not be broken in favour of an individual. This implies nothing as to the ethical value of such a law.

A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.

Talk therapy turns hysterical misery to mundane unhappiness.

Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday.