In The Depths Of My Heart I

We Have Long Observed That Every Neurosis Has The Result, And Therefore Probably The Purpose, Of Forcing The Patient Out Of Real Life, Of Alienating Him From Actuality.

Dreams Are Constructed From The Residue Of Yesterday.

Only A Rebuke That 'has Something In It' Will Sting, Will Have The Power To Stir Our Feelings, Not The Other Sort, As We Know.

In Mourning It Is The World Which Has Become Poor And Empty; In Melancholia It Is The Ego Itself.

The Inclination To Aggression Constitutes The Greatest Impediment To Civilization.