No man is an island

No man is an island, entire of itself; 
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. 
Suppose a clod be washed away by the sea. In that case, 

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 thee.

(one of Bennett's favorite poems)