Paradoxically, only journeying backward in time and reentering the home we once knew allows us to go forward to the home we've always wanted.

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.

The four-letter word for psychotherapy is Talk.

Psychoanalysis is confession without absolution.

It is often more beneficial to jog around the psychiatrist's building than to enter - and cheaper than a couch.

When I went to the analyst for a kind of preliminary meeting, he said, 'I'll be able to fix you so that you'll write much more music than you do now.' I said, 'Good heavens! I already write too much, it seems to me.' That promise of his put me off.

The poor need jobs and money, not psychoanalysis. The uneducated need knowledge and skills, not psychoanalysis.

There are now electrical appliances with the main unit so sealed in that it cannot be got at for repair. There have always been human beings like that.

If my devils are to leave me, I fear my angels will take flight as well.

Psychoanalysis and Zen, in my private psychic geometry, are equal to nicotine. They are anti-existential. Nicotine quarantines one out of existence.

Frequently psychiatrists place no great stock in any of that religious mumbo-jumbo talk. Instead, they prefer to further confuse patients with lofty talk of Freudian, Jungian or personal analysis.

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.

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

All cases are unique, and very similar to others.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

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

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

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

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

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.