You Can Go To Hell

Fame Is Like A Shaved Pig With A Greased Tail, And It Is Only After It Has Slipped Through The Hands Of Some Thousands, That Some Fellow, By Mere Chance, Holds On To It!

Remember These Words When I Am Dead. First Be Sure You're Right, Then Go Ahead.

You Can All Go To Hell. I’m Going To Texas.

If I Could Rest Anywhere, It Would Be In Arkansas, Where The Men Are Of The Real Half-horse, Half-alligator Breed Such As Grows Nowhere Else On The Face Of The Universal Earth.

I Would Rather Be Politically Dead Than Hypocritically Immortalized.