There never was a war that was not inward.
As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
Omissions are not accidents.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.