No man is an island, <br />Entire of itself, <br />Every man is a piece of the continent, <br />A part of the main. <br />If a clod be washed away by the sea, <br />Europe is the less. <br />As well as if a promontory were. <br />As well as if a manor of thy friend's <br />Or of thine own were: <br />Any man's death diminishes me, <br />Because I am involved in mankind, <br />And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; <br />It tolls for thee.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-man-is-an-island/
