In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

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.

why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?

Everybody knows that orthopaedic science provides beautiful false noses for those who have lost their noses naturally or as the result of an operation.

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)

And, despite the care which she took to look behind her at every moment, she failed to see a shadow which followed her like her own shadow, which stopped when she stopped, which started again when she did and which made no more noise than a well-conducted shadow should.