เขียนหนังสือTwo Travelers, worn out by the heat of the summer’s sun lay down at noon under the wide-spreading branches of a plane-tree. As they rested under its cool shade, one of the travelers said to the other:
“What a useless tree this is! It bears no fruits, and is not of the slightest use to man,”
The plane-tree interrupting him, said;
“You ungrateful fellows! Do you, while resting under my shade, dare to describe me as useless and unprofitable?”