"You are quite right to do that," he murmured.
"Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul." The lad started and drew back.

He was bareheaded, and the leaves had tossed his rebellious curls and tangled all their gilded threads.
There was a look of fear in his eyes, such as people have when they are suddenly awakened.

His finely chiselled nostrils quivered, and some hidden nerve shook the scarlet of his lips and left them trembling.
"Yes," continued Lord Henry, "that is one of the great secrets of life--to cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul.

You are a wonderful creation.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know." Dorian Gray frowned and turned his head away.