A great part of the pleasure of travel lies in the fulfillment of early wishes to escape the family and especially the father

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

The psychical, whatever its nature may be, is itself unconscious.

Incidentally, why was it that none of all the pious ever discovered psycho-analysis? Why did it have to wait for a completely godless Jew?

It is impossible to overlook the extent to which civilization is built upon a renunciation of instinct.

Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to us to be.