Nobody Kills Me And Lives To Tell

War Means Fighting, And Fighting Means Killing.

If One Road Led To Hell And The Other To Mexico, I Would Be Indifferent Which To Take.

I Am Not Here To Pass Civilities Or Compliments With You, But On Other Business. I Have Stood Your Meanness As Long As I Intend To. You Have Played The Part Of A Damned Scoundrel, And Are A Coward, And If You Were Any Part Of A Man I Would Slap Your Jaws And Force You To Resent It. You May As Well Not Issue Any More Orders To Me, For I Will Not Obey Them... And As I Say To You That If You Ever Again Try To Interfere With Me Or Cross My Path It Will Be At The Peril Of Your Life.

Never Stand And Take A Charge... Charge Them Too.

What I Desire Most Of You, My Son, Is Never To Gamble Or Swear. These Are Baneful Vices.