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 artbiteblow Change image and share on social
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 bailiffbuildcastle Change image and share on social
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief. Franz Schubert bedgriefhope Change image and share on social
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 centerderivehappiness Change image and share on social
