Mulla Nasrudin

Not worth keeping

   Seeing something glittering in the gutter, Mulla Nasrudin ran
to pick it up. It was a metal mirror.
   Looking at it closely, he saw his face reflected in it.
   ‘No wonder it was thrown away - nothing as ugly as this could
possibly appeal to anyone. The fault is in me, for I picked it up
without reasoning that it must be something unpleasant.’