Perhaps the hopes I have confessed to are of an illusory nature, too. But I hold fast to one distinction. Apart from the fact that no penalty is imposed for not sharing them, my illusions are not, like religious ones, incapable of correction.
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.
