Another thing, if someone kills me, why is it a crime against society?
- Donn Earraigh

No man is an Island, intire of itselfe;
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 less,
as well as if a Promontarie were, as well as if a Mannor of thyfriends
or of thine owne were; any man's death diminishes me
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.