-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 friends 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 bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
-Death be not proud, though some hath called thee
mighty and dreadful, for though art not so,
for those that though thinkst though doest overthrow,
die not, poor death, nor yet canst though kill me.