The primitive stages can always be re-established; the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable.

After all, we did not invent symbolism; it is a universal age-old activity of the human imagination.

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.

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

We know that the great majority of people have a strong need for authority which it can admire, to which it can submit, and which dominates and sometimes even ill-treats it.

A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.

We may insist as often as we like that man's intellect is powerless in comparison to his instinctual life, and we may be right in this. Nevertheless, there is something peculiar about this weakness. The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it will not rest until it has gained a hearing. Finally, after a countless succession of rebuffs, it succeeds.