He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.

How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.

Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.

It might be said of psychoanalysis that if you give it your little finger it will soon have your whole hand.

The goal towards which the pleasure principle impels us - of becoming happy - is not attainable: yet we may not - nay, cannot - give up the efforts to come nearer to realization of it by some means or other.

The meager satisfaction that man can extract from reality leaves him starving.

Were we fully to understand the reasons for other people's behavior, it would all make sense.