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!
In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.
He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.
She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!
All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)
Erik: Are you very tired? Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.