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
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 composedevotiondevout 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
