Quotations: Sigmund Freud
Quotations: Sigmund Freud
Quotations: Sigmund Freud
A belligerent state permits itself every such misdeed, every such act of violence, as would disgrace
the individual.
A civilization which leaves so large a number of its participants unsatisfied and drives them into
revolt neither has nor deserves the prospect of a lasting existence.
A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are
legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.
Analysis does not set out to make pathological reactions impossible, but to give the patient’s ego
freedom to decide one way or another.
Anatomy is destiny.
Children are completely egoistic; they feel their needs intensely and strive ruthlessly to satisfy
them.
Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men
towards one another.
Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses;
their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one.
Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the
psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent.
He does not believe that does not live according to his belief.
He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If
his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.
I have found little that is good about human beings on the whole. In my experience most of them
are trash, no matter whether they publicly subscribe to this or that ethical doctrine or to none at all.
That is something that you cannot say aloud, or perhaps even think.
If a man has been his mother’s undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant
feeling, the confidence in success, which not seldom brings actual success along with it.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure
instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of
reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
Incidentally, why was it that none of all the pious ever discovered psychoanalysis? 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.
It might be said of psychoanalysis that if you give it your little finger it will soon have your whole
hand.
It would be very nice if there were a God who created the world and was a benevolent providence,
and if there were a moral order in the universe and an after-life; but it is a very striking fact that all
this is exactly as we are bound to wish it to be.
Just as a cautious businessman avoids investing all his capital in one concern, so wisdom would
probably admonish us also not to anticipate all our happiness from one quarter alone.
Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief.
Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to us to be.
Love and work... work and love, that’s all there is.
Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs, he
is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble
at times.
Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.
Men are strong only so long as they represent a strong idea. They become powerless when they
oppose it.
Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most
people are frightened of responsibility.
Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it
away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.
No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human
breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one’s dreams. In what other
way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by
alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one’s dreams. In what other
way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by
alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
One is very crazy when in love.
One might compare the relation of the ego to the id with that between a rider and his horse. The
horse provides the locomotor energy, and the rider has the prerogative of determining the goal and
of guiding the movements of his powerful mount towards it. But all too often in the relations
between the ego and the id we find a picture of the less ideal situation in which the rider is obliged
to guide his horse in the direction in which it itself wants to go.
Opposition is not necessarily enmity; it is merely misused and made an occasion for enmity.
Our knowledge of the historical worth of certain religious doctrines increases our respect for them,
but does not invalidate our proposal that they should cease to be put forward as the reasons for the
precepts of civilization. On the contrary! Those historical residues have helped us to view
religious teachings, as it were, as neurotic relics, and we may now argue that the time has probably
come, as it does in an analytic treatment, for replacing the effects of repression by the results of
the rational operation of the intellect.
Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual
desires.
Religion originates in the child’s and young mankind’s fears and need for help. It cannot be
otherwise.
The act of birth is the first experience of anxiety, and thus the source and prototype of the affect of
anxiety.
The conceptions I have summarized here I first put forward only tentatively, but in the course of
time they have won such a hold over me that I can no longer think in any other way.
The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the
great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.
The doctor should be opaque to his patients and, like a mirror, should show them nothing but what
is shown to him.
The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer,
despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is “What does a woman want?”
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to knowledge of the unconscious activities of the
mind.
The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any
civilization.
The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
The poor ego has a still harder time of it; it has to serve three harsh masters, and it has to do its
best to reconcile the claims and demands of all three...The three tyrants are the external world, the
superego, and the id.
The psychoanalysis of neurotics has taught us to recognize the intimate connection between
wetting the bed and the character trait of ambition.
The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing.
Thinking is an experimental dealing with small quantities of energy, just as a general moves
miniature figures over a map before setting his troops in action.
We are certainly getting ahead; if I am Moses, then you are Joshua and will take possession of the
promised land of psychiatry, which I shall only be able to glimpse from afar. Sigmund Freud,
Letter to Carl Jung, January 17, 1909
We believe that civilization has been created under the pressure of the exigencies of life at the cost
of satisfaction of the instincts.
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.
What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble
mentality of the average adult.
What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are
content with burning my books.
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of
needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.
Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their
narcissism.