One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art? — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act. — Franz Schubert Copy Share
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls! — Franz Schubert Copy Share
Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house. — Franz Schubert Copy Share
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him… — Franz Schubert Copy Share
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me… — Franz Schubert Copy Share
“Those who are born of grief give greatest delight to the outside world.” — Franz Schubert Copy Share
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that… — Franz Schubert Copy Share
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy. — Franz Schubert Copy Share
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves. — Franz Schubert Copy Share
“No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each… — Franz Schubert Copy Share
