RollsRocker

"But he falls not as he did once

From his height into swells:

-"What matters thee, clod of dust, if

'Tis me or some one else?

You live in your sphere's narrowness

And luck rules over you -

But in my steady world I feel

Eternal, cold and true!"

 by Mihai Eminescu

"No man is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each 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 thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee."

 by John Donne

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