It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.
Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.
The psychical, whatever its nature may be, is itself unconscious.
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.
The first requisite of civilization is that of justice.