“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 other by.” — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“Those who are born of grief give greatest delight to the outside world.” — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
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 Image
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy. — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
