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.

If you want your wife to listen to you, then talk to another woman; she will be all ears.

Now it is nothing but torture.

A piece of creative writing, like a day-dream, is a continuation of, and a substitute for, what was once the play of childhood.

Incidentally, why was it that none of all the pious ever discovered psycho-analysis? Why did it have to wait for a completely godless Jew?

None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.

In every age immorality has found no less support in religion than morality has. If the achievements of religion in respect to man's happiness, susceptibility to culture and moral control are no better than this, the question cannot but arise whether we are not overrating its necessity for mankind, and whether we do wisely in basing our cultural demands upon it.