There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep.
Find his way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion.

They affect us just as vulgarity affects us.
When she knew its unreality, she died, as Juliet might have died.
Like the gods of the Greeks, he would be strong, and fleet, and joyous.
You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
You come down here to console me. That is charming of you. You find me consoled, and you are furious. How like a sympathetic person!
His hands were clenched, and the pupils of his eyes were like disks of blue fire.

They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that.
She was always a heroine.