No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a
piece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod be
washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lessee, as well as
if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Manner of thy
friends or of thine owne were; 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.