From "The Friendship Book"

A man had four sons. He wanted them to learn to judge things carefully, so he sent each on a quest to look at a pear tree far away. The first son went in the Winter, the second in Spring, the third in Summer and the youngest in Autumn.

After they all returned home, he asked them to describe what they had seen. The first son said the tree was ugly and twisted. The second son said it was covered with green buds and full of promise. The third son reported it was filled with sweet, fragrant blossoms. The last son disagreed with all of them and said it was heavy with ripe fruit. 

The father pointed out they were all correct for they had just seen just one season of the tree's life. He explained that we cannot judge people or circumstances until all the pieces are available to present a complete picture"

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The Road not Taken - Robert Frost

​Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.