The Potemkin City Of Which I Wish

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.

The Room Has To Be Comfortable; The House Has To Look Habitable.

The House Has To Please Everyone, Contrary To The Work Of Art Which Does Not. The Work Is A Private Matter For The Artist. The House Is Not.

Be Truthful. Nature Only Sides With Truth.