When the wayfarer whistles in the dark, he may be disavowing his timidity, but he does not see any the more clearly for doing so.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.

Men are not gentle, friendly creatures wishing for love, who simply defend themselves if they are attacked, but ... a powerful measure of desire for aggression had to be reckoned as part of their instinctual endowment.

Love and work, work and love...that's all there is.

At first the analysing physician could do no more than discover the unconscious material that was concealed from the patient, put it together, and, at the right moment, communicate it to him. Psychoanalysis was then first and foremost an art of interpreting. Since this did not solve the therapeutic problem, a further aim quickly came in view: to oblige the patient to confirm the analyst's construction from his own memory.

When making a decision of minor importance, I have always found it advantageous to consider all the pros and cons.

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.