We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.
The repressed memory is like a noisy intruder being thrown out of the concert hall. You can throw him out, but he will bang on the door and continue to disturb the concert. The analyst opens the door and says, If you promise to behave yourself, you can come back in.
Work and love; these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.
Women in general want to be loved for what they are and men for what they accomplish.
There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.
No person loving or admiring himself is alone.