No one really understands the grief or joy of another. We always imagine that we are approaching some other, but our lines of travel are actually parallel. — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
“No one understands another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. . . . My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to… — 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
