In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what is shown to him.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

Psychiatry is the art of teaching people how to stand on their own feet while reclining on couches.

A string of reproaches against other people leads one to suspect the existence of a string of self-reproaches with the same content.

There is an intellectual function in us which demands unity, connection and intelligibility from any material, whether of perception or thought, that comes within its grasp; and if, as a result of special circumstances, it is unable to establish a true connection, it does not hesitate to fabricate a false one.

Dreams are the guardians of sleep and not its disturbers.