Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.

I am an honest girl, M. le Vicomte de Chagny, and I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full!

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.

Erik ! Erik! I saved your life! Remember!You were sentenced to death! But for me, you would be dead now!

Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind