The Picture of Dorian Gray

"Lord Henry went out ot the garden and found Dorian Gray buyring his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine. He came close to him and put his hand upon his shoulder. 'You are quite right to do that,' he murmered. 'nothing can cure the soul but the sense, just as nothing can cure the sense but the soul.' The lad started and drew back. He was bare-headed, and the leaves had tossed his rebellious curls and tangled all their gilded threads. There was a look of fear in his eye, 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."
-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray