“The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale inthe lamplight—paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed.”

“I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass.”

“She lit the candelabras which stood on the mantelpiece. Placed at the head of the bead, on a side-table, they looked like two burning bushes, their flames solemn and inextinguishable. But beneath that avalanche of light the dead man became hideous: the pale head displayed a whiteness more livid than the bedsheet, ghastly against the cambric of the pillow; pits of shadow were hollowed out under the eyes and his nose was villainously elongated, and even the mouth seemed wicked – his mouth, which was so very gentle!”

“She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.”

“...the wrath of God pales beside that of man.”

“The distant threat of eternal damnation pales in comparison to the immediate gratification of corrupting young skin.”