His eyes deepened into amethyst, and across them came a mist of tears.

He felt as if a hand of ice had been laid upon his heart.
"Don't you like it ?" cried Hallward at last, stung a little by the lad's silence, not understanding what it meant.
"Of course he likes it," said Lord Henry.

"Who wouldn't like it?
It is one of the greatest things in modern art.

I will give you anything you like to ask for it.

I must have it." "It is not my property, Harry." "Whose property is it ?" "Dorian's, of course," answered the painter.
"He is a very lucky fellow." "How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait.