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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.
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I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see.
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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.
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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!
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Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind.
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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!
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All I wanted was to be loved for myself.
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An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.