Don't You Meddle With Me, And I

Knowledge Slowly Builds Up What Ignorance In An Hour Pulls Down.

There Are Various Orders Of Beauty, Causing Men To Make Fools Of Themselves In Various Styles.

Of New Acquaintances One Can Never Be Sure Because One Likes Them One Day That It Will Be So The Next. Of Old Friends One Is Sure That It Will Be The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.

How Lovely The Little River Is, With Its Dark Changing Wavelets! It Seems To Me Like A Living Companion While I Wander Along The Bank, And Listen To Its Low, Placid Voice.

One Must Be Poor To Know The Luxury Of Giving!