I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

Meaning of the quote

This quote means that Franz Schubert, the Austrian composer, tries to make his imagination as beautiful and interesting as possible. He wants to explore and develop his creative thinking, to come up with new and exciting ideas. Decorating his imagination is like adding color and detail to his thoughts, making them more vibrant and engaging.

About Franz Schubert

Franz Schubert was an Austrian composer from the late Classical and early Romantic eras. Despite his short life, he left behind a vast body of work, including over 600 vocal pieces, 7 symphonies, sacred music, operas, and more. He is considered one of the greatest composers in Western classical music history.

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More quotes from 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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

The moment is supreme.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Why does God endow us with compassion?

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Nobody understands another’s sorrow, and nobody another’s joy.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

Franz Schubert

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)

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

Austrian composer (1797-1828)