No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. <br /> <br />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 they friends`s or of thine own were. <br /> <br />Any man`s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-man-is-an-island-4/
