To be honest, I am not happy about all the publicity.
A school without grades must have been concocted by someone who was drunk on non-alcoholic wine.
My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.
There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.
So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.
If something is stolen from you, don't go to the police. They're not interested. Don't go to a psychologist either, because he's interested in only one thing: that it was really you who did the stealing.
Sexuality poorly repressed unsettles some families; well repressed, it unsettles the whole world.
Since Martin Luther closed his eyes, no such son of our people has appeared again. It has been decided that we shall be the first to witness his reappearance. . . . I think the time is past when one may not say the names of Hitler and Luther in the same breath. They belong together; they are of the same old stamp.
Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes onto the squash court and set fire to the ballroom curtains.
For there is a price ticket on everything that puts a whizz into life, and adventure follows the rule. It's distressing, but there you are.
To find love is the great human undertaking. . . and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.