I would sooner go to you, Basil." "You will sit to me again ?" "Impossible!" "You spoil my life as an artist by refusing, Dorian.

No man comes across two ideal things.

Few come across one." "I can't explain it to you, Basil, but I must never sit to you again.
There is something fatal about a portrait.

It has a life of its own.
I will come and have tea with you.

That will be just as pleasant." "Pleasanter for you, I am afraid," murmured Hallward regretfully.