1 Form and colour tell us of form and colour--that is all.
2 I have never been in better form for painting than I am to-day.
3 "They are both simply forms of imitation," remarked Lord Henry.
4 We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography.
5 And beauty is a form of genius--is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation.
6 I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die.
7 As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there.
8 In a second he heard the click of a revolver, and saw the gleam of a polished barrel, pointing straight at his head, and the dusky form of a short, thick-set man facing him.
9 Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.
10 The worship of the senses has often, and with much justice, been decried, men feeling a natural instinct of terror about passions and sensations that seem stronger than themselves, and that they are conscious of sharing with the less highly organized forms of existence.
11 The mere cadence of the sentences, the subtle monotony of their music, so full as it was of complex refrains and movements elaborately repeated, produced in the mind of the lad, as he passed from chapter to chapter, a form of reverie, a malady of dreaming, that made him unconscious of the falling day and creeping shadows.