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 SchubertNo one really understands the grief or joy of another. We always imagine that we are approaching some other, but our lines of travel are actually parallel.
Franz SchubertOur castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.
Franz Schubert