An Old Trick Well Done Is Far

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.

They Do Tricks Even I Can't Figure Out.

Magic Is The Sole Science Not Accepted By Scientists, Because They Can't Understand It.

The Greatest Escape I Ever Made Was When I Left Appleton, Wisconsin.

The Pickpocket Is Usually Very Well Dressed And Of Prepossessing Appearance.