They Do Tricks Even I Can't Figure

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.

No Prison Can Hold Me; No Hand Or Leg Irons Or Steel Locks Can Shackle Me. No Ropes Or Chains Can Keep Me From My Freedom.

I Always Have On My Mind The Thought That Next Year I Must Do Something Greater, Something More Wonderful.

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.

An Old Trick Well Done Is Far Better Than A New Trick With No Effect.