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. — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia...… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now. — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays.… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!” — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the young man… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!...… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think that I had only one object in life: to give my name to an… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying,… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
