Franz Schubert Quotes
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If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
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Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
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Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.
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You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
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The moment is supreme.
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No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
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Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
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There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.
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Why does God endow us with compassion?
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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?
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The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
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I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.
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A man endures misfortune without complaint.
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There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
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Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
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Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
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The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
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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.
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Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.
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Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?
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I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
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I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
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Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
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The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.