As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away.

It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion." "I know you will laugh at me," he replied, "but I really can't exhibit it.

I have put too much of myself into it." Lord Henry stretched himself out on the divan and laughed.
"Yes, I knew you would; but it is quite true, all the same." "Too much of yourself in it! Upon my word, Basil, I didn't know you were so vain; and I really can't see any resemblance between you, with your rugged strong face and your coal-black hair, and this young Adonis, who looks as if he was made out of ivory and rose-leaves.

Why, my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you--well, of course you have an intellectual expression and all that.