No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
-John Donne (Meditation XVII of Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions)
They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day..
-Jon Bonjovi (Santa Fe)