How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of Juneโฆ . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For thatโfor thatโI would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!
Oscar WildeBeauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.
Oscar Wilde