Here is what I always loved about him: he was contemplative, playful, curious, generous, and a sensualist with style.
Fitzgerald was a romantic but not a sensualist, a limitation in his writing he acknowledged.
He was not a sensualist, only a man keenly susceptible to female beauty, and this girl was.
It may lead, in the soul of the infidel or sensualist, to the idolatry of art.
The sensualist ideal, as seen in painting and sculpture, remains to be examined here.
He was vulgar, he was brutal, he was a sensualist in his desire for all that wealth could buy him.
The conviction that came slowly—but surely—that he was a hypocrite, and a gross sensualist.
To see a man eat sensually is to know how great a sensualist he is.
I will suppose his desires emphatically those of the sensualist—he has, therefore, a strong love of life.
He was no materialist or sensualist, but a spiritualist in the deepest sense.