And yet the thing would still live on.

It would be always alive.
He shuddered, and for a moment he regretted that he had not told Basil the true reason why he had wished to hide the picture away.

Basil would have helped him to resist Lord Henry's influence, and the still more poisonous influences that came from his own temperament.

The love that he bore him--for it was really love--had nothing in it that was not noble and intellectual.

It was not that mere physical admiration of beauty that is born of the senses and that dies when the senses tire.