What The Eyes Sees, The Ear Hears,

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.

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

My Brain Is The Key That Sets Me Free.

What The Eyes Sees, The Ear Hears, And The Mind Believes.

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