Cigars served me for precisely fifty years as protection and a weapon in the combat of life... I owe to the cigar a great intensification of my capacity to work and a facilitation of my self-control.

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

But the repressed merges into the id as well, and is merely a part of it. The repressed is only cut off sharply from the ego by the resistances of repression; it can communicate with the ego through the id.

No neurotic harbors thoughts of suicide which are not murderous impulses against others redirected upon himself.

A belligerent state permits itself every such misdeed, every such act of violence, as would disgrace the individual.

Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs.

Psychoanalysis is in essence a cure through love.