There is a deceptive glamour about mere bigness. Quality may accompany
quantity, but it need not. In fact good things are usually done up in
small parcels. "I could eat you at a mouthful," roared a bulky opponent
to the small and sickly Alexander H. Stephens. "If you did," replied
Stephens quietly, "you'd have more brains in your belly than ever you
had in your head."
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
_Ben Jonson_.