When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself." Hallward turned pale and caught his hand.

"Dorian! Dorian!" he cried, "don't talk like that.

I have never had such a friend as you, and I shall never have such another.

You are not jealous of material things, are you ?--you who are finer than any of them!" "I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.

I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me.