Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
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.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.