Sunday, 30 December 2012


When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

(Franz Schubert)

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

(Gustav Mahler)

Saturday, 22 December 2012


Whoever wants to know something about me as an artist which alone is significant. They should look attentively at my pictures and there seek to recognise what I am and what I want.

(Gustav Klimt)

Something unpractical cannot be beautiful.

(Otto Wagner)

Wednesday, 19 December 2012


A civilization which leaves so large a number of its participants unsatisfied and drives them into revolt neither has nor deserves the prospect of a lasting existence. 

(Sigmund Freud)

Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

(Adolf Hitler)

Wednesday, 12 December 2012


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

(Karl Kraus)

God gives the wheat. He doesn't bake the bread.

(Austrian Proverb)