I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of — Franz Peter Schubert
Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth — Franz Peter Schubert
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife. — Franz Peter Schubert
I am composing like a God, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done. — Franz Peter Schubert
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy. — Franz Peter Schubert
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief. — Franz Peter Schubert
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have. — Franz Peter Schubert
No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. — Franz Peter Schubert
Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff’s house. — Franz Peter Schubert
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention. — Franz Peter Schubert
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act. — Franz Peter Schubert
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. — Franz Peter Schubert
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 Peter Schubert
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 Peter Schubert
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame — Franz Peter Schubert
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 Peter Schubert
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man’s brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. — Franz Peter Schubert