Sigmund Freud
On 28 August 1930, Sigmund Freud received the Goethe Prize of the City of Frankfurt, a literary and cultural honor recognizing his work as both a scientist and a writer in the German language. Born on 6 May 1856 in Příbor, Freud was educated at the University of Vienna and went on to work as a neurologist, psychoanalyst, and essayist.
His published writings in German span several distinct areas of inquiry. Among his works are The Interpretation of Dreams, Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, Totem and Taboo, The Ego and the Id, and Civilization and Its Discontents. Over the course of his life, Freud held citizenship in the Austrian Empire, Cisleithania, Austria, and Nazi Germany. He ultimately relocated to London, where he died on 23 September 1939.
Freud was also elected a Foreign Member of the Royal Society, an acknowledgment of his standing within the broader scientific community. Open Library describes him as an Austrian neurologist known as the founding father of psychoanalysis, a characterization consistent with the range of neurological and psychoanalytic writing he produced across his career.
Quotes by Sigmund Freud
Sigmund Freud's insights on:
The ego’s relation to the id might be compared to that of a rider to his horse. The horse supplies the locomotive energy, while the rider has the privilege of deciding on the goal and of guiding the powerful animal’s movement.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?
What a distressing contrast is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.
The great question that has never been answered and which I have no yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?’
One can love one another properly only when one is close. What is memory compared to what one can behold!
The solemn resolutions, which are nevertheless broken, never to do it again, the stupefying pleasure and the bad conscience which tells the subject he is ruining himself.
