The great God endows His children variously. To some He gives intellect...and they
move the earth. To some He allots heart...and the beating pulse of humanity is theirs.
But to some He gives only a soul, without intelligence...and these, who never grow up,
but remain always His children, are God's fools, kindly, elemental, simple, as if from
His palette the Artist of all has taken one color instead of many.