The paranoid is never entirely mistaken.

We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.

Only a rebuke that 'has something in it' will sting, will have the power to stir our feelings, not the other sort, as we know.

My psychoanalysis has equipped you with the equivalent of a train ticket to recovery. It is now your decision whether or not you choose to make full use of it.

Love is a state of temporary psychosis.

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.

The primitive stages can always be re-established; the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable.