Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
A library implies an act of faith.
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.
The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.
Another story must begin!