We Must Love Or We Grow Ill.

I Cannot Think Of Any Need In Childhood As Strong As The Need For A Father's Protection.

The Irish Are The One Race For Which Psychoanalysis Is Of No Use Whatsoever... Because They Already Live In A Dream World.

[the Child Receives Impressions Like] A Photographic Exposure That Can Be Developed After Any Interval Of Time And Transformed Into A Picture.

None Believes In His Own Death. In The Unconscious Everyone Is Convinced Of His Own Immortality.

A Piece Of Creative Writing, Like A Day-dream, Is A Continuation Of, And A Substitute For, What Was Once The Play Of Childhood.