Franz Schubert

Composer

1797-01-31

Books by Franz Schubert

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Franz Schuberts Briefe und Schriften
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Quotes by Franz Schubert

There is no such thing as happy music.
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With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang songs. Whenever I tried to sing of love, it turned to pain. And again, when I tried to sing of pain, it turned to love.
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I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
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There is no such thing as happy music.
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I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
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With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang songs. Whenever I tried to sing of love, it turned to pain. And again, when I tried to sing of pain, it turned to love.
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The moment is supreme.
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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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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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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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Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.
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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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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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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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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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