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

It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.

Pickpockets either work alone or in pairs, or what is called a mob.

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.

I'm tired of fighting...

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

Anyone who believes in magic is a fool.