THE ROSE AND THE CLAY.
A man in the East by chance took up a piece of clay which lay in his path, and was much struck to find it smell so sweet. “It is but a poor piece of clay,” said he, “a mean clod of earth, yet how sweet is it! How fresh! But whence has it this scent?” The clay said, “I have dwelt with the rose.”
Make friends with the good if you wish to be like them.