The Sublime (n.) is always some modification of power.
The Sublime (n.) is as an experience, a cathartic outlet, a clearing of the body's constipated fibers.
The Sublime (n.) is not the cause of love, for love dwells always on small and pleasing objects, flattering them into compliance, while the sublime, as the cause of admiration, dwells on great and terrible objects that we submit to by force.
The Sublime (n.) arises (also) from infinity.
The Sublime (n.) is always easy, and always natural.
The Sublime (n.) is deadened by nothing more than by that which is light and radiant.
The Sublime (n.) arises (also) from magnificence, like the magnificence of the starry heavy, which never fails to excite an idea of grandeur.
The Sublime (n.) is the cause of admiration, not love, and it always dwells on great objects and terrible, which we submit to and which force us into compliance.
Sublime (n.) is whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger. It refers to whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror.