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

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.

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.

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

But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?

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