Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde Chapter 19 Page 14

remind me of those curious lines in some play — Hamlet, I think — how do they run? —

"Like the painting of a sorrow,

A face without a heart."

Yes: that is what it was like."

Lord Henry laughed. "If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart," he answered, sinking into an arm-chair.

Dorian Gray shook his head and struck some soft chords on the piano. "'Like the painting of a sorrow,'" he repeated, "'a face without a heart.'"

The elder man lay back and looked at him with half-closed eyes. "By the way, Dorian," he said after a pause, "'what does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose — how does the quotation run? —