…Ay there’s the point,
To Die, to sleep, is that all? Aye all:
No, to sleep, to dream, aye marry there it goes,
For in that dream of death, when we awake…

Kako bi sploh lahko nekdo to postavil pod vprašaj?!
Dobrega bourbona se še nikoli nisem pretirano branil.

Than fly to others that we know not of.
Aye that, O this conscience makes cowards of us all,
Lady in thy orizons, be all my sins remembered.
(Šejkspir, Hamlet, A.D. 1603)