The Phantom of the Opera

by Gaston Leroux

"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheedled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her little red shoes and her fiddle, but most of all loved, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music."

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved."