I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wild flowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will. Wendell Berry, from Given: Poems.
Anyone inclined to mockery might have found something to smile at in his appearance. But what is there that people will not smile at? From The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.