I Always Have On My

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.

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

I Do Not Believe That Ghosts Or Spirits Exist.

My Brain Is The Key That Sets Me Free.

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.