No Man Is An Island.

This is a line from John Donne's poem "For Whom the Bell Tolls". The whole poem is as follows:

No man is an island,

Entire of Itself;

Every man 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 thy friend's or of thine own were:

Any man's death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And,

Therefore,

Never send to know for whom the bells tolls;

it tolls for them.

No one is an island, everyone is the land of the mainland, and everyone is a corner of it. That's a piece of land, that's a cape, that's a manor, whether it's yours or a friend's. Once the sea washes away, Europe will become smaller. Anyone's death is my reduction. As a member of human beings, I am old with creatures. For whom the bell is ringing, I am at a loss, not for the secluded and bright forever, it is mourning for you.