I am a part of all that I have met.

What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.

The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community.

When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Life is lived in common, but not in community.

Your own safety is at stake when your neighbor's wall is ablaze.

In the city one clings to nostalgic and unreal signs of community, takes forced refuge in codes, badges and coteries; the city's life, of surfaces and locomotion, usually seems too dangerous and demanding to live through with any confidence.

Mankind has become so much one family that we cannot insure our own prosperity except by insuring that of everyone else. If you wish to be happy yourself, you must resign yourself to seeing others also happy.

Community is gathering around a fire and listening to someone tell a story.