“The work of art is responsible to none; the house is responsible to everyone.”

The work of art is brought into the world without there being a need for it.

Changes in the traditional way of building are only permitted if they are an improvement.

The Potemkin city of which I wish to speak here is none other than our dear Vienna herself.

A vertical stroke: the male who penetrates her.

The house satisfies a requirement.

It was the first work of art. A horizontal stroke: the woman lying down.

Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort.

All art is erotic.

Lack of ornamentation is a sign of spiritual strength.

The room has to be comfortable; the house has to look habitable.

Be truthful. Nature only sides with truth.

The house thinks of the present.

Supply and demand regulate architectural form.

He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him.

The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort.

The work is a private matter for the artist. The house is not.

The Bible isn’t a choose your own adventure book where everyone can just make up their own meaning.

We have the real self and the false self, there’s nothing wrong with them, and everyone has both of them.

There’s something in everyone only they know.

I want my children to be able to live as everyone does now without the fear of getting on a bus and having it blow up.

I feel bare. I didn’t realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

If you put into one room everyone who considered themselves a Nietzschean, there would be a bloodbath.

Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self

I am not like my image; I take my work so seriously. Everyone thinks I just bounce in, but I study and everything has to be just right.