Подозрението винаги живее в престъпна душа: на крадеца всеки храст му прилича на дедектив.

“But no perfection is so absoluteThat some inpurity doth not pollute.”

“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.”

“Death is a fearful thing.”

“and the rest is silence”