Only one man ever betrayed my confidence, and that only in a minor matter.

What the eyes sees, the ear hears, and the mind believes.

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

But it must not be thought that I say this out of personal experience: for in the many years that I have been before the public my secret methods have been steadily shielded by the strict integrity of my assistants, most of whom have been with me for years.

They do tricks even I can't figure out.

My chief task has been to conquer fear. The public sees only the thrill of the accomplished trick; they have no conception of the tortuous preliminary self-training that was necessary to conquer fear.

The great day of the Fire-eater - or, should I say, the day of the great Fire-eater - has passed.