We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.

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

Women see through each other, but they rarely look into themselves.

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

In order to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy.

He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.

The secret of human happiness is not in self-seeking but in self-forgetting.

There are only two roads that lead to something like human happiness. They are marked by the words . . . love and achievement. . . . Inorder to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy. . . . The secret of human happiness is not inself-seeking but in self-forgetting.

No person loving or admiring himself is alone.

Work and love these are the basics. Without them there is neurosis.

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.

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

To express unafraid and unashamed what one really thinks and feels is one of the great consolations of life.