It is needless to say that women make the most patient as well as the most dangerous pickpockets.

My professional life has been a constant record of disillusion, and many things that seem wonderful to most men are the every-day commonplaces of my business.

I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself against the floor, the walls; I strain and sob and exhaust myself, and begin again, and exhaust myself again; but do I feel pain? Never. How can I feel pain? There is no place for it.

My Brain is the key that sets me free.

Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.

I always have on my mind the thought that next year I must do something greater, something more wonderful.

Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.