1 Louis XIV had gold embroidered caryatides fifteen feet high in his apartment.
2 He was dominated by the carelessness of happiness, by the high indifference of joy.
3 When that high spirit, that morning star of evil, fell from heaven, it was as a rebel that he fell.
4 They become more highly organized, and to be highly organized is, I should fancy, the object of man's existence.
5 Dorian Gray lifted his golden head from the pillow, and with pallid face and tear-stained eyes, looked at him as he walked over to the deal painting-table that was set beneath the high curtained window.
6 It was, in its way, a very charming room, with its high panelled wainscoting of olive-stained oak, its cream-coloured frieze and ceiling of raised plasterwork, and its brickdust felt carpet strewn with silk, long-fringed Persian rugs.
7 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.
8 He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression, or when some thought that terrifies us lays sudden siege to the brain and calls on us to yield.