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.

I had thought about cocaine in a kind of day-dream.

We know less about the sexual life of little girls than of boys. But we need not feel ashamed of this distinction; after all, the sexual life of adult women is a 'dark continent' for psychology.

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

The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.

The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.

We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.