My Brain Is The Key That Sets

My Professional Life Has Been A Constant Record Of Disillusion.

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.

Pickpockets Either Work Alone Or In Pairs, Or What Is Called A Mob.

Only One Man Ever Betrayed My Confidence, And That Only In A Minor Matter.

A Magician Is Only An Actor - An Actor Pretending To Be A Magician.