He grew more and more enamoured of his own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul. He would examine with minute care, and sometimes with a monstrous and terrible delight, the hideous lines that seared the wrinkling forehead or crawled around the heavy, sensual mouth, wondering sometimes which were the more horrible, the signs of sin or the signs of age.
– Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Chapter 11. Often Dorian would visit his portrait in the locked attic, stand with a mirror in his hand and look at the evil and aging face in the painting, and then at the beautiful young face smiling back at him from the mirror. His vanity in his ageless beauty continues to grow, and he takes delight in watching his portrait become old instead of him and reflect his sins and decaying soul.