The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
Edgar Allan PoeThy soul shall find itself alone โMid dark thoughts of the gray tombstoneโ Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not lonelinessโfor then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around theeโand their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]
Edgar Allan Poe