Character: Basil Hallward

A man of art must create beautiful things, but he must not put anything personal into them.

Even the most ordinary thing becomes delightful, as soon as you start to hide it.

We poor artists should appear in society from time to time, if only to show people that we are not savages.

There is nothing that art cannot express.

- You told me you had destroyed it!
That is not true. It has destroyed me.

I too worshiped you - and punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much - and punished for it even worse.

Artist creates beautiful works of art, without making nothing of his personal life.

This was a confession. And after it I feel like I have lost something. You should never Express your feelings in words.

It often seems to me that art was much more in hiding of the artist than it ever reveals him.

No man comes across two ideal life. And once rarely finds it.

Because Vice always leaves its mark on the man's face. It cannot be concealed.

I feel that he gave his heart and soul to the person for whom she is the same as a flower in his buttonhole, the decoration with which it will flatter his vanity one day only.

- You mean that, really, Harry?
- Quite serious, Basil. God forbid that I had to say ever be more serious than it is now.

When I love someone, I never mention his name. It's still something to give a particle of a loved one.