The Work Of Art Shows

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.

If Nothing Were Left Of An Extinct Race But A Single Button, I Would Be Able To Infer, Form The Shape Of That Button, How These People Dressed, Built Their Houses, How They Lived, What Was Their Religion, Their Art, Their Mentality.

The Potemkin City Of Which I Wish To Speak Here Is None Other Than Our Dear Vienna Herself.

Supply And Demand Regulate Architectural Form.

The House Has To Serve Comfort. The Work Of Art Is Revolutionary; The House Is Conservative.