You Can All Go To Hell. I’m

You Can Go To Hell -- I'm Going To Texas.

I Know Not Whether, In The Eyes Of The World, A Brilliant Death Is Not Preferred To An Obscure Life Of Rectitude. Most Men Are Remembered As They Died, And Not As They Lived. We Gaze With Admiration Upon The Glories Of The Setting Sun, Yet Scarcely Bestow A Passing Glance Upon Its Noonday Splendor.

I Would Rather Be Politically Dead Than Hypocritically Immortalized.

There Ain't No Ticks Like Poly-ticks. Bloodsuckers All.

Make Sure You're Right, Then Go Ahead.