None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy.
Holy angel, in Heaven blessed, My spirit longs with thee to rest
Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!
Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.
But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?
They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.