The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without an heart?

terracotta:

[W]e knew not what Courſe to take, but the Creatures [wolves] reſolv'd us ſoon, for they gather'd about us preſently, in Hopes of Prey, […] I drew my little Troop in among thoſe Trees, and placing our ſelves in a Line, behind one long Tree, I advis'd them all to light, and keeping that Tree before us, for a Breaſt-Work, to ſtand in a Triangle, or three Fronts, encloſing our Horſes in the Center.

“The next morning I woke up and she was fast asleep. Guess I did pass out for a while. So I thought I would go surprise her, and I bought her some flowers and picked up some bakery in town. But when I got back, she wasn't in bed. […]”