What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
I am a great admirer of mystery and magic. Look at this life - all mystery and magic.
In all feats of fire-eating it should be noted that the head is thrown well back, so that the flame may pass out of the open mouth instead of up into the roof, as it would if the head were held naturally.
The pickpocket is usually very well dressed and of prepossessing appearance.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
A common pickpocket trick is for the operator to carry a shawl or overcoat carelessly over the left arm, and to take a seat on the right side of the person they intend to rob in a streetcar or other vehicle.
It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.
No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.
Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.
To cause the face to appear in a mass of flame make use of the following: mix together thoroughly petroleum, lard, mutton tallow and quick lime. Distill this over a charcoal fire, and the liquid which results can be burned on the face without harm.
It is needless to say that women make the most patient as well as the most dangerous pickpockets.
Only one man ever betrayed my confidence, and that only in a minor matter.
I have made compacts with fourteen different persons that whichever of us died first would communicate with the other if it were possible, but I have never received a word.
Eating coals of fire has always been one of the sensational feats of the Fire Kings, as it is quite generally known that charcoal burns with an extremely intense heat.
But it must not be thought that I say this out of personal experience: for in the many years that I have been before the public my secret methods have been steadily shielded by the strict integrity of my assistants, most of whom have been with me for years.
The eating of burning brimstone is an entirely fake performance.
I make the most money, I think, in Russia and Paris, for the people of those countries are so willing to be amused, so eager to see something new and out of the ordinary.
I think that in a year I may retire. I cannot take my money with me when I die and I wish to enjoy it, with my family, while I live. I should prefer living in Germany to any other country, though I am an American, and am loyal to my country.
Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.
But then, so far as I know, I am the only performer who ever pledged his assistants to secrecy, honor and allegiance under a notarial oath.
