Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.