Famous Sigmund Freud Quotes

Love and work, work and love…that’s all there is.


By abolishing private property one takes away the human love of aggression.


We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love.


How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved.


Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.


Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.


The more the fruits of knowledge become accessible to men, the more widespread is the decline of religious belief.


Religion is comparable to a childhood neurosis.


I regard myself as one of the most dangerous enemies of religion


The religions of mankind must be classed among the mass-delusions of this kind. No one, needless to say, who shares a delusion ever recognizes it as such.


At bottom God is nothing more than an exalted father.


It could be ventured to understand obsessive compulsive neurosis as the pathological counterpart of religious development, to define neurosis as an individual religiosity; to define religion as a universal obsessive compulsive neurosis.


Religion is an attempt to get control over the sensory world, in which we are placed, by means of the wish-world which we have developed inside us as a result of biological and psychological necessities. […] If one attempts to assign to religion its place in man’s evolution, it seems not so much to be a lasting acquisition, as a parallel to the neurosis which the civilized individual must pass through on his way from childhood to maturity.


Our fascination with gold is related to the fantasies of early childhood.


A piece of creative writing, like a day-dream, is a continuation of, and a substitute for, what was once the play of childhood.


A strong experience in the present awakens in the creative writer a memory of an earlier experience (usually belonging to his childhood) from which there now proceeds a wish which finds its fulfilment in the creative work.


Religion: Something comparable to childhood neurosis


Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.


The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.


The Irish are the one race for which psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever… because they already live in a dream world.