In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!

If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.

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

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!

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.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.

Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!

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.

Time to write down the ingredients for a pipe bomb.

Reward those who help you. Forget those who use you. Ignore those who judge you. Forgive those who wrong you.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in

Nothing will ruin the country if the people themselves will undertake its safety

The Marxist thus finds himself in real agreement with the Christian in those two beliefs which Christianity paradoxically demands - that poverty is blessed and yet ought to be removed.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

How are you managing? And don't say you're fine."It's true. Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

We are given children to test us and make us more spiritual.

Some of mankind's most terrible misdeeds have been committed under the spell of certain magic words or phrases.

We all are imbued with the love of praise.