No man is an island, entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less as well as if a promontory were;
As well as if a manor of thine own or of thy friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to see for whom the bell tolls.
It tolls for thee.