As I Love Mannheim, Mannheim Loves Me.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

Music Is My Life And My Life Is Music. Anyone Who Does Not Understand This Is Not Worthy Of God.

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.

I Choose Such Notes That Love One Another.

Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.