His face was flushed and his cheeks burning.
"Yes," he continued, "I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun.

You will like them always.

How long will you like me?
Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose.

I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything.
Your picture has taught me that.

Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right.
Youth is the only thing worth having.