There once was a man who cried every time it snowed. He went to a psychotherapist. Now when the snow falls, he weeps for his mother, who died in the winter.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.

Psychoanalysis makes quite simple people feel they're complex.

Fortunately (psycho)analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.

Do you not know, Prometheus, that words are healers of the sick temper?

Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

All cases are unique, and very similar to others.

It might be said of psychoanalysis that if you give it your little finger it will soon have your whole hand.

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.