1 In Dorian's there was infinite pity.
2 When he entered, she looked at him, and an expression of infinite joy came over her.
3 A sense of infinite pity, not for himself, but for the painted image of himself, came over him.
4 The lad was infinitely dear to him, and his personality had been the great turning point in his art.
5 And, yet, a feeling of infinite regret came over him, as he thought of her lying at his feet sobbing like a little child.
6 Eternal youth, infinite passion, pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins--he was to have all these things.
7 He was conscious also of the shallowness and vanity of his mother's nature, and in that saw infinite peril for Sibyl and Sibyl's happiness.
8 You are talking about things of which you know nothing, said Dorian Gray, biting his lip, and with a note of infinite contempt in his voice.
9 Yet he could not help feeling infinite pity for the painter who had just made this strange confession to him, and wondered if he himself would ever be so dominated by the personality of a friend.
10 Of such insolences and attempted slights he, of course, took no notice, and in the opinion of most people his frank debonair manner, his charming boyish smile, and the infinite grace of that wonderful youth that seemed never to leave him, were in themselves a sufficient answer to the calumnies, for so they termed them, that were circulated about him.