Franz Schubert
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
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.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
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.
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?