Sigmund Freud grew up in Vienna, Austria and became a doctor of psychiatry. Early in his career he was interested in hypnosis as a cure for hysteria, believing that the symptoms were directly related to repressed psychological trauma. He started the practice of "free association," an effort to reveal unconscious emotions, and increasingly emphasized sexual development as the basis for psychological tension. Freud worked briefly with Carl Jung, was a professor in Vienna and co-founded the Vienna Psychoanalytical Society and the International Psychoanalytic Association. In 1938 he left Austria for England to escape Hitler's government. Freud battled mouth cancer the last several years of his life, but continued to smoke cigars, his trademark.
We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love.
Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.
From error to error one discovers the entire truth.
Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home.
Children are completely egoistic; they feel their needs intensely and strive ruthlessly to satisfy them.
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.
How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!
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.
In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.
Look into the depths of your own soul and learn first to know yourself, then you will understand why this illness was bound to come upon you and perhaps you will thenceforth avoid falling ill.
Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
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.
When inspiration does not come to me, I go halfway to meet it.
Yesterday I was very irritable; you should have been here so as to wish you weren't.