This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.

But the repressed merges into the id as well, and is merely a part of it. The repressed is only cut off sharply from the ego by the resistances of repression; it can communicate with the ego through the id.

Thinking in pictures is, therefore, only a very incomplete form of becoming conscious. In some way, too, it stands nearer to unconscious processes than does thinking in words, and it is unquestionably older than the latter both ontogenetically and phylogenetically.

Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man.

All that matters is love and work.

We are so constituted that we can gain intense pleasure only from the contrast, and only very little from the condition itself.

The impression forces itself upon one that men measure by false standards, that everyone seeks power, success, riches for himself, and admires others who attain them, while undervaluing the truly precious thing in life.