Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday.

We must love or we grow ill.

The price we pay for our advance in civilization is a loss of happiness through the heightening of the sense of guilt.

The motive forces of phantasies are unsatisfied wishes, and every single phantasy is the fulfillment of a wish, a correction of unsatisfying reality.

Without love we fall ill.

The creative writer does the same as the child at play; he creates a world of fantasy which he takes very seriously.

Do you not know how uncontrolled and unreliable the average human being is in all that concerns sexual life?