In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.
The opera ghost really existed
You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!
Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!
I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see!
No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.