Religion (is) a universal obsessional neurosis.

Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to us to be.

Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday.

We are what we are because we have been what we have been.

A collection to which nothing can be added and from which nothing can be removed is, in fact, dead!

It almost looks like analysis were the third of those 'impossible' professions in which one can be quite sure of unsatisfying results. The other two, much older-established, are the bringing up of children and the government of nations.

Perhaps the gods are kind to us, by making life more disagreeable as we grow older. In the end death seems less intolerable than the manifold burdens we carry