生存还是毁灭？这是个问题。
究竟哪样更高贵，去忍受那狂暴的命运无情的摧残还是挺身去反抗那无边的烦恼，把它扫一个干净。
去死，去睡就结束了，如果睡眠能结束我们心灵的创伤和肉体所承受的千百种痛苦，那真是生存求之不得的天大的好事。
去死，去睡，
去睡，也许会做梦！
唉，这就麻烦了，即使摆脱了这尘世可在这死的睡眠里又会做些什么梦呢？真得想一想，就这点顾虑使人受着终身的折磨，
谁甘心忍受那鞭打和嘲弄，受人压迫，受尽侮蔑和轻视，忍受那失恋的痛苦，法庭的拖延，衙门的横征暴敛，默默无闻的劳碌却只换来多少凌辱。
但他自己只要用把尖刀就能解脱了。
谁也不甘心，呻吟、流汗拖着这残生，可是对死后又感觉到恐惧，又从来没有任何人从死亡的国土里回来，因此动摇了，宁愿忍受着目前的苦难而不愿投奔向另一种苦难。
顾虑就使我们都变成了懦夫，使得那果断的本色蒙上了一层思虑的惨白的容颜，本来可以做出伟大的事业，由于思虑就化为乌有了，丧失了行动的能力。
Hamlet:Tobe,ornottobe-thatisthequestion:
Whether'tisnoblerinthemindtosuffer
Theslingsandarrowsofoutrageousfortune
Ortotakearmsagainstaseaoftroubles,
Andbyopposingendthem.Todie-tosleep-
Nomore;andbyasleeptosayweend
Theheartache,andthethousandnaturalshocks
Thatfleshisheirto.'Tisaconsummation
Devoutlytobewish'd.Todie-tosleep.
Tosleep-perchancetodream:ay,there'stherub!
Forinthatsleepofdeathwhatdreamsmaycome
Whenwehaveshuffledoffthismortalcoil,
Mustgiveuspause.There'stherespect
Thatmakescalamityofsolonglife.
Forwhowouldbearthewhipsandscornsoftime,
Th'oppressor'swrong,theproudman'scontumely,
Thepangsofdespis'dlove,thelaw'sdelay,
Theinsolenceofoffice,andthespurns
Thatpatientmeritofth'unworthytakes,
Whenhehimselfmighthisquietusmake
Withabarebodkin?Whowouldthesefardelsbear,
Togruntandsweatunderawearylife,
Butthatthedreadofsomethingafterdeath-
Theundiscover'dcountry,fromwhosebourn
Notravellerreturns-puzzlesthewill,
Andmakesusratherbearthoseillswehave
Thanflytoothersthatweknownotof?
Thusconsciencedoesmakecowardsofusall,
Andthusthenativehueofresolution
Issickliedo'erwiththepalecastofthought,
Andenterprisesofgreatpithandmoment
Withthisregardtheircurrentsturnawry
Andlosethenameofaction.