"Conscience does make cowards of us all"

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"INT. GENERAL HEADQUARTERS OF THE GASTAPO IN BERLIN - DAY

Officer: Heil Hitler.
Joseph Tura: Heil Hitler!
Officer: Colonel, we have Wilhelm Coetze here. If you'd like to look into his record. I hope he'll talk.
Joseph Tura: He'd better. Send him in.
Officer: Yes, sir. Wilhelm Coetze!

A boy, approximately aged ten, enters.

Wilhelm, the boy: Heil Hitler!
Josesph Tura: Heil Hitler! And now, Wilhelm, I understand you want a little tank to play with.
Wilhelm: Yes, my father promised me one if I got a good report card.
Josesp Tura: But our Fuhrer heard about your report card... and decided to give you just what you want.
Wilhelm: Heil Hitler!
Joseph Tura: Heil Hitler! You are going to tell your father who gave it to you, aren't you, Wilhelm?
Wilhelm: Sure, our Fuhrer.
Joseph Tura: And then maybe he will like the Fuhrer a little better, won't he?
Wilhelm: Sure.
Josesph Tura: He doesn't like him now, does he?
Wilhelm: No, he doesn't.
Joseph Tura: And sometimes he even says funny things about him, doesn't he?
Wilhelm: Well, he said they named a brandy after Napoleon... and they made a herring out of Bismarck. And Hitler's going to end up as...
Officer: A piece of cheese.
Wilhelm: Yes.
Joseph Tura: Yeah. How did you know?
Officer: Well, it's a natural thought.
Joseph Tura: A natural thought?!
Officer: I hope you don't misunderstand. I always, that is... You see, Colonel, I hope you don't doubt my...
All: Heil Hitler!

Door opens, Adolf Hitler enters.

Officer: The Fuhrer!
Officer: Heil Hitler!
Joseph Tura: Heil Hitler!
Adolf Hitler: Heil myself.

The Director, Mr. Dobosh suddenly interrupts. Standing up agitated from behind his reading table in the theatre.

Director Mr. Dobosh: That's not in the script!
Mr. Bronksi (Hitler): But, Mr. Dobosh, please.
Director Mr. Dobosh: That's not in the script, Mr. Bronski.
Mr. Bronski: But it'll get a laugh.
Director Mr. Dobosh: I don't want a laugh here. How many times have I told you not to add any lines? I want...
Mr. Greensberg: You want my opinion, Mr. Dobosh?
Director Mr. Dobosh: No Mr. Greenberg, I don't want your opinion.
Mr. Greensberg: All right, then let me give you my reaction. A laugh is nothing to be sneezed at.
Director Dobosh: Mr. Greenberg, I hired you as an actor, not as a writer. Understand? No. What does the script say?
Mr. Bronksi: I make an entrance.
Director Dobosh: And what do you say?
Mr. Bronksi: Nothing.
Director Dobosh: Then say nothing."

From: 'To Be or Not To Be', Directed by Ernst Lubitsch, Written by Melchior Lengyel, Edwin Justus Mayer and Ernst Lubitsch (uncredited), starring Carole Lombard, Jack Benny, Robert Stack, Felix Bressart, Sig Ruman, first released on February 19, 1942 in Los Angeles, trough United Artists

"Enter HAMLET.
Ham. To be, or no 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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks.
The flesh is heir to, -- 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, -- to sleep;-- To sleep! perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
 For in that sleep of death what dreams my come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause; there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; time for who would bear the whips and scorns of the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disposed love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death,-- the undiscover'd country, from whose bourn no traveller returns,--puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have that fly to others that we know not of? 
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pith and moment, with this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.-- Soft you now! The fair Ophelia.--Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered."

From: William Shakespeare's 'Hamlet, Prince of Danmark', Act III, scene 1, written between 1599 and 1602, page 960 of 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare', first published in 1958 by Spring Books, London

"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."

William Shakespeare as quoted in the preface of 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare', page VI, first published in 1958 by Spring Books, London

"The major limitation of consciousness is its innocence."

David Hawkins in 'Power vs Force', page 251, first published in 1995 by Hay House, United Kingdom