I’m nobody

 I’m nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

(Emily Dickinson)

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; 

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe 
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as 
well as 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

(John Donne)

I went to the woods…

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I have not lived.” 

(H.T. Thoreau)