One day as I was observing how wisdom fares on this earth, I saw something that made me sit up and take notice.
There was a small town with only a few people in it. A strong king came and mounted an attack, building trenches and attack posts around it.
There was a poor but wise man in that town whose wisdom saved the town, but he was promptly forgotten. (He was only a poor man, after all.)
All the same, I still say that wisdom is better than muscle, even though the wise poor man was treated with contempt and soon forgotten.