As I Love Mannheim, Mannheim Loves Me.

When I Am Traveling In A Carriage, Or Walking After A Good Meal, Or During The Night When I Cannot Sleep; It Is On Such Occasions That Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly.

I Cannot Write In Verse, For I Am No Poet. I Cannot Arrange The Parts Of Speech With Such Art As To Produce Effects Of Light And Shade, For I Am No Painter. Even By Signs And Gestures I Cannot Express My Thoughts And Feelings, For I Am No Dancer. But I Can Do So By Means Of Sounds, For I Am A Musician.

If Germany, My Beloved Fatherland, Of Whom You Know I Am Proud, Will Not Accept Me, Then Must I, In The Name Of God, Again Make France Or England Richer By One Capable German - And To The Shame Of The German Nation.

Neither A Lofty Degree Of Intelligence Nor Imagination Nor Both Together Go To The Making Of Genius. Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

What's Even Worse Than A Flute? - Two Flutes!