The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act. – Franz Schubert
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. – Franz Schubert
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention. – Franz 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 Schubert
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man’s brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals. – Franz Schubert
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. – Franz 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 Schubert
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? – Franz Schubert
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. – Franz Schubert
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief. – Franz Schubert
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have. – Franz 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 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 Schubert
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife. – Franz Schubert
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. – Franz Schubert
