letter from 31st March 1824:
"In a word, I feel that I am the unhappiest, most miserable person in the entire world. Imagine someone whose health will never improve, and who, in despair over this, makes things worse instead of better, whose brightest hopes have come to naught, to whom the joy of love and friendship can offer nothing but pain at the most, who is in danger of losing his enthusiasm (at least the sort that inspires) for beauty, and ask yourself if that is not a miserable unhappy wretch? I spend my days joyless and friendless, and only Schwind visits me sometimes and brings a ray of those sweet days long gone..."
and his last letter,November 1828,two months after composing the String Quintet ( see link for its slow mvt. at previous post ):
I am ill. I have eaten nothing for eleven days and drunk nothing, and I totter feebly and shakily from my chair to bed and back again. Rinna is treating me. If ever I take anything, I bring it up again.
Be so kind, then, as to assist me in this desperate situation by means of literature. Of Cooper’s I have read The Last of the Mohicans, The Spy, The Pilot and The Pioneers. If by any chance you have anything else of his, I implore you to deposit it with Frau von Bogner at the coffee-house for me. My brother, who is conscientiousness itself, will most faithfully pass it on to me. Or anything else.
Franz Schubert ( 1797-1828 )
Franz Peter Schubert - Life and Music