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There was nothing to fear. Dorian Gray had not killed her.

It was not that mere physical admiration of beauty that is born of the senses, and that dies when the senses tire. It was such love as Michael Angelo had known, and Montaigne, and Winckelmann, and Shakespeare himself.

The painter's absurd fits of jealousy, his wild devotion, his extravagant panegyrics, his curious reticences – he understood them all now, and he felt sorry. There seemed to him to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance.

Art is always more abstract than we fancy. Form and colour tell us of form and colour – that is all. It often seems to me that art conceals the artist far more completely than it ever reveals him.

Was it not Gautier who used to write about ?

The lad flushed up, and, going to the window, looked out for a few moments on the green, flickering, sun-lashed garden.

What is past is past." "You call yesterday the past?"

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression, as Harry says, that gives reality to things.

You are glad you have met me, Mr. Gray," said Lord Henry, looking at him. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer."

I am afraid that women appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same.