Sublime

Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Lydgate could only say, ‘Poor, poor darling!’ but he secretly wondered over the terrible tenacity of this mild creature. There was gathering within him an amazed sense of his powerlessness over Rosamond. His superior knowledge and mental force, instead of being, as he had imagined, a shrine to consult on all occasions, was simply set aside on every

I find each year that I grow no older, no more wise: only that I cart the same old Thomas Hart about in a body showing signs of wear.’

"To get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies."

My voice summoned him to my aid; but I scarcely noticed his re-entrance, and now faintly recollect his terrified looks, his broken exclamations, his vehement avowals of innocence, the effusions of his pity for me, and his offers of assistance. I did not listen—I answered him not—I ceased to upbraid or accuse. His guilt was a point to which I was in

“A man is never old if he can still be moved emotionally by a woman of his own age.”

"Years ago, when I was a boy," said Dorian Gray, crushing the flower in his hand, "you met me, flattered me, and taught me to be vain of my good looks. One day you introduced me to a friend of yours, who explained to me the wonder of youth, and you finished a portrait of me that revealed to me the wonder of beauty. In a mad moment th