The work of art is brought into the world without there being a need for it. The house satisfies a requirement. The work of art is responsible to none; the house is responsible to everyone. The work of art wants to draw people out of their state of comfort.

Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort. He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him. Thus he loves the house and hates art.

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

Be truthful. Nature only sides with truth.

The law courts must appear as a threatening gesture toward secret vice. The bank must declare: here your money is secure and well looked after by honest people.

The house has to serve comfort. The work of art is revolutionary; the house is conservative.

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