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

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.

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

Lack of ornamentation is a sign of spiritual strength.

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.

I have emerged victorious from my thirty years of struggle.

he architect’s task therefore, is to make those sentiments more precise.

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.