Let my style capture all the sounds of my time. This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.

What the teachers digest, the pupils eat.

Imagination has the right to feast in the shade of the tree that it turns into a forest.

The streets of Vienna are paved with culture, the streets of other cities with asphalt.

Let my style capture all the sounds of my time. This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.

Art is something that is so perfectly clear that no one comprehends it.

I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear.