A piece of creative writing, like a day-dream, is a continuation of, and a substitute for, what was once the play of childhood.

The meager satisfaction that man can extract from reality leaves him starving.

Religion is a system of wishful illusions together with a disavowal of reality, such as we find nowhere else but in a state of blissful hallucinatory confusion. Religion's eleventh commandment is "Thou shalt not question."

The only unnatural sexual behavior is none at all.

Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday.

The goal towards which the pleasure principle impels us - of becoming happy - is not attainable: yet we may not - nay, cannot - give up the efforts to come nearer to realization of it by some means or other.

We must love or we grow ill.