To be or not to be, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them.
To die, to sleep..
No more, and by a sleep to say we end,
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks,
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation..
Devoutly to be wished.
*Hamlet, William Shakespeare
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