The small share of happiness attainable by man exists only insofar as he is able to cease to think of himself.

Women in general want to be loved for what they are and men for what they accomplish.

Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

No person loving or admiring himself is alone.

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.

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.